August 30, 2008

I Throw Up My Hands

Tonight I fixed egg burritos for dinner. (Some folk might call them breakfast burritos, but it was dinnertime, so we called them egg burritos.) I asked Tristan if he wanted one; he said yes.

When I served it to him, he took a bite, then started complaining. "There's cheese on it!"

"But you like cheese," I said.

"Not on my burrito."

Ginger asked Tristan if he wanted something else for dinner.

"Yes," he said.

"What would you like?" Ginger asked.

"A quesadilla."


Dan Mayes said...

Hilarious! Unspeakable frustration...

Try this out:
My kids have a mantra they say together when one of them starts complaining.

"You get what you get,
and you don't throw a fit."

Ellie said...

Yum! Burritos! Nice blog. Hope you come by and visit mine! :D