Every parent, at one point or another, has been made a liar by his or her child. I've seen it with my nieces and nephews and now I've seen it firsthand. Twice.
As I've mentioned before, Autumn won't let us feed her anymore. She must do it herself. I've told this to my family, my friends and all of you who read my blog. Yet, the last time my parents were up to dinner here, Autumn let my father feed her yogurt. She quit eating, he picked up her spoon and she gladly opened her mouth to him and finished off the yogurt. So, mommy was a liar.
Since the summer started, Autumn has refused to eat the chicken breast and pork chops she used to love. She throws it on the floor if I offer it to her. At a family reunion this weekend, I gave her some turkey cold cuts because I said she wouldn't eat any of the other meat there. My brother put some chickens in his deep-fryer at dinner. As my mom sat down to eat her dinner (after Autumn ate the turkey and a container of applesauce), Autumn climbed up on Grandma's lap. She proceeded to eat all of my mom's chicken. I refilled three times and Autumn just kept eating. I couldn't believe it.
Despite how much she kept eating my Mom's chicken, I have a feeling the next time I offer her some, she'll tell me she's all done without even eating a bite. After all, what fun would there be in making me a liar when there's nobody to see me? But on Saturday, I bet inside her little mind, she was chuckling with each bite of chicken.