N says: Ma, I want to eat some Papaya ( firstly, which 2.5 year old willingly eats fruit)?
ANyhow, so I get busy chopping up Papaya for her.
Me: I’m getting it for you.
N: Can you put some salt on it please? ( oh, so now she has culinary preferences als0)
Me: Okay, salt on it.
N: Actually, I think I would like some sugar on it. Actually.
Methinking: Is this a devious “foot in the door” game she’s playing to get to eat sugar? Or did she really change her taste preference from salty to sugary in a second?
Anyhow, I’m only the slave around here, so I present Papaya pieces in that orange bowl with that partciular fork with sugar sprinkled on top for her majesty, the reigning queen of our lives. Still reeling from the conversation we just had, which would have been just normal were it not with a 2.5 year old!