Why does everything have to be a battle with children? I battle with Lizzy over clothes, with Will over the computer and with all of them over food. Yesterday, I asked Jake if he had a main food item in his lunch. “Yes, I have carrots.” I saw him put two carrots in a baggy. I gave him the option of taking a main food with Doritos or not taking Doritos. Naturally, he left for school with a juice box, two carrots and applesauce.
He was upset with me because he got in trouble yesterday on the bus and I was not properly sympathetic. “No mom, you don’t get it!” I do, but I also understand how the world works.
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