My BFF has a daughter just a couple weeks younger than Sweet Pea. It's a tiny part of what makes her my BFF. We went through pregnancy together (and some rough times before that with miscarriages and trying to get pregnant) and then had our fabulous daughters almost exactly two weeks apart (she couldn't just stop pushing for 12 minutes so they could have the exact same birth time? Jeez...some people!).
Anyway...
We went out to lunch the other day and while we feasted on cheesecake (International Cheesecake Day for the win!), our daughters got a bowl of strawberries that came with a bucket of whipped cream.
They both adore strawberries and were fighting over the one available as a garnish in a drink at the start of the meal, so we knew they'd enjoy them.
They dive in and enjoy them and are begging for more and more. We oblige them.
And then proceeded with the dumbest mom moves ever: we both decide to let them experience the heaven of true whipped cream and dip their strawberries in that.
We both like our kids to try new things. Expose them to different foods, flavors, textures. Crunchy like that. And somehow in our mind we thought experiencing whipped cream was important.
But once they tasted that heaven, the strawberries were now just a whipped cream eating device, getting sucked on over and over again as they double, triple and quad dipped their berries.
What were we thinking? If they went their whole lives not experiencing whipped cream, it would have been okay! It's not like we were trying to get them to enjoy the bitterness of fresh greens or something.
We felt like complete idiots as we now battled to get them to eat their formerly-favorite plain strawberries. Fortunately, they remembered how much they liked them and dug back in. :)
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