Taylee

Taylee is definitely growing up...just not always in ways I'm ready for. At dinner yesterday we had chicken. In order for her to go outside and ride her scooter while Sean mowed the lawn she had to eat about three more pieces of her chicken. She got mad, she pouted, she cried. But I just kept cleaning up everything and ignored it (she's just getting over a cold so I really didn't want her going out anyway). I was playing on the floor with Paxton when she told me that she had eaten a piece. I looked at her plate and one of the pieces was gone. I told her good job and reminded her that she needed to finish the other two pieces. Smiling, she said "ok" and told me I could keep playing with Paxton and she would finish. After a few minutes she informed me that she had eaten her chicken. I gave her a hug when I saw that her plate was empty and sent her outside to play. Sounds good, right? Oh, just wait.
I started cleaning up the rest of the dinner table. Everything was cleared off and I pulled up the table cloth to find three pieces of chicken stuffed underneath it. I'm glad that she was outside because I started laughing. We have all hidden our food before. I would hide food in my drink cup or in my napkin. One time when I was sick my Mom brought me alka-seltzer. As soon as she left I dumped it down the side of my bed (I was NOT going to drink it). I just wasn't ready for my 5 year old to do it. Needless to say, I walked outside with the three pices of chicken, and without saying a word, I showed Taylee the plate and she sulked her way back to the table. After a big talk about honesty and her finishing her now cold chicken she was able to go back outside to play.
But seriously, what was up with that 1st bite and then telling me to go back and play with Paxton? Was it a test run to see if she could get away with it? I am going to have to be on my toes with that one. I love her, but what a little stinker:-)