I picked a battle.

It will go down as "The Great Pea Standoff of '09".


1. I told her she needed to eat 3 peas.
2. She ignored me.
3. I told her she needed to eat 3 peas.
4. She said "no"
5. I said "yes"
6. I reminded her that I had just shown her the hold your nose/swallow/chase it with juice technique just yesterday when we had green beans.
7. She said "peas are getscusting"
8. I told her she'd need to eat one pea before she was allowed to leave the table.
9. She threw it on the floor.
10. I made her pick it up, put in the trash and ever so calmly replaced it with a new one.
11. She zoned out.
12. Mark sang her several "Meggy pleas eat your peas" tunes, complete with guitar. Think "Eye of the Tiger".
13. I got distracted by laundry and she casually left the table to get her jammies on.
14. I considered caving for one brief moment
15. I rallied! "Meggy, up to the table and eat your pea."
16. Mark left to go to a Seminary meeting.
17. I declared, "Either eat the pea or go to bed."
18. She politely requested that I move, as I was blocking her view of the television.
19. I took her by the hand and began escorting her to her sleeping arrangements.
20. She screamed, "okay okay!"
21. She readied the juice, plugged the nose, popped in the pea.
22. A brief gag, will we be revisiting dinner?
23. She swallows it down.
24. I say, "Now, that wasn't so bad, huh?"
25. If she had known how to roll her eyes, she would have.