Last night at the dinner table, we had another episode of trying to get Jaxon to eat something somewhat healthy for dinner. I’m not so sure that fruit snacks have made it into the food pyramid yet. But, please let me know if they do. I will have the most healthy child in the world if this would ever happen. Anyway, we were eating lasagna and trying to get Jax to eat his. He has a very strong gag reflex, so one taste of a slippery noodle on his tongue, can send him into full blown dry heaves, and sometimes they end up being not so dry. He began his tantrum and we threatened him with the usual threats, and suddenly before I know it, I am sitting at the table by myself. Marty and Jaxon decided to have a one on one talk under the table. I can’t help but laugh, knowing that my 6’2 husband is crouched under the table with my 3 year old. They eventually surfaced from down under and to my amazement, Jaxon sat down and started eating. I have no idea what went on under there, but I have come to decide that there is some magical power under that kitchen table, because Jaxon never listens. Maybe all of the old and moldy crumbs are emitting some type of hypnotizing gas. This could be used to my advantage, but please don’t let my husband get word of the power under our table. Before I know it, he’ll lure me under there with a piece of chocolate, and I’ll end up with another baby on the way. On second thought, I think I’ll go sweep under my table now.
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