Little Miss Picky Eater

Emma~ I love you more than sweatpants and my computer, but you sometimes make me want to pull my hair out at dinner time. I made Chili and you gave me a fit about eating it just because it's not something you're used to eating all the time, like-- oh, let's say... chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. So, during these dinners when Mommy tries to present you with some diversity, you won't feed yourself, so you have to be spoon fed like your brother... isn't this silly? I hope you soon grow out of this little quirk of yours.

So, since I was busy tending to your brother and cleaning the kitchen, Aunt Jane was kind enough to feed you your chili.... she and Joe had come over to visit with us and I think that may have cued you to be a little more difficult than usual, so you're forgiven. :)