My niece Emily is the cutest kid ever. She's 20 months old now. Her latest word sounds like "Puh puh" and it means "Pizza." Her favorite word is "No."
Anyway, the other night I had to give her some medicine for her cough. She hates the stuff. At first, tricking her didn't work.
"Emily, do want some fruit snacks?"
"Uh huh"
"Let's take your medicine first and then you can have the fruit snacks."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Wailing ensues.
"Emily, do you want your cough to go away?"
"Yeah" still wailing
"Then we have to take your medicine."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" The crying continues for awhile as this conversation is repeated.
"How about a cookie? Do you want a cookie?"
"Uh huh"
"Medicine first, then cookie."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
"How about cookie first and then the medicine?" This seemed to work, especially when I showed her the cookie, which had pink frosting and sprinkles. Then, inspiration dawns.
"Emily, how about you take a bite of cookie, and then we take the medicine. Then you get two bites of cookie and then more medicine."IT WORKED!!! She stopped crying and took the medicine without a fuss. She finished the cookie and was fine the rest of the time. Go me!!!!!!!
That was Friday night. On Sunday night, Shauna and I went up to their house to deliver some potatoes (more about the potatoes later.) They had company over for dinner, so we were just going to stay a minute or two. Well, Emily made me get her up from the table. She wanted me to take my coat off and play with her. I complied, of course, because she really does have me wrapped around her little finger. I played with her for a minute or two and then we needed to leave. Well, she was just certain that she was coming with us and started bawling. We ended up sneaking out quickly and then waving at her through her bedroom window. I guess I'm just going to have to go up there more often to play with her. I must be her best friend in the whole world. Here's a picture of this cute girl:
Now for the potato story:Dad and Shauna went to Utah last week for my Aunt Jean Ann's wedding. They came home with a huge sack of Idaho potatoes courtesy of Uncle Alton. Well, as I was digging through the bag last night while we were doling them out to various family members, I came upon the potato that I am now calling Fezzik. It's the mother of all potatoes. Comparable in size to a standard Nalgene. Seeing is believing:
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