"I want cheese, Mommy."
I hear this sentence about 30 times a day. If someone opens the frig...Quincy comes running.
"I want cheese, I want cheese, I want cheese." (as fast as she can)
She can hoover a cheese stick before you've even made it over to the trash can to throw away the wrapper.
And then she asks for more.
"I want cheese, Mommy"
"Quincy, do you want some applesauce?"
"I want cheese."
"baby you just had some cheese. How about some applesauce?"
"I want Chee-EESE" (in two syllables now. She leans forward and speaks slowly...like I didn't understand her before. It's hysterical)
"Quin-CY. you. just. ate. your. cheese. do. you. want. applesauce?"
"Applesauce? ...uuuuuuh... hmmm....
...no."
Then she turns and runs off into the other room, but not without pursing her lips and giving me a look that clearly says "you idiot. Can't you tell the difference between applesauce and cheese?"
Usually within 5 minutes someone walks into the kitchen and we begin the process over again.
"...hey. Hey Mommy? I want cheese."
5 comments:
That brings back memories of my Aimee's obsession with cheese when she was Quincy's age. We went swimming at Grandma's and when we came in, my mom was cutting up a chunk of banana squash. Aimee had a meltdown when Grandma wouldn't give her any cheese. (None in the house.) She also bit holes in every package of cheese I ever put in the grocery cart. It always looked like we had mice before we ever got home.
Q is so adorable...CHEEESE!
I can't blame her- cheese is awesome! You should try feeding her fancy cheese and see what happens.
I'd blame it on Schreiber.
LOL...I blame a lot of things on Schreiber.
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