Sydney will never be a member of the Clean the Plate club. She's picky and, I suspect, we dish up more than she needs. We're used to AJ-size portions, and she's never going to have as big an appetite as her brother. So when she starts pushing her plate toward me, saying, "All done," I've found success by taking her plate, but leaving a little food on her fork and replying, "Eat this, and then you're all done."Such was the case last night with mashed potatoes and corn. Sydney clearly didn't want to eat any more of her supper. But by that time, she'd already handed off her plate, thus eliminating her favorite hiding spot. She tried smearing it all around the high chair tray, but it was clearly still visible. So what did the industrious toddler do? She lifted up her shirt and tried wiping it all on her belly.
No-no Sydney. Supper goes in your tummy, not on your tummy.
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