You may remember that we were having a bit of trouble getting our baby Z to drink milk. We’d disguised it with flavors, warmed it up, pretended it was liquified pasta (okay, not really) but nothing would work. Z either turned her head away in utter contempt or, when she was feeling particularly malevolent she’d accept the beaker, look you in the eye then casually toss it over the side of her high chair.
Well I’m glad to report a breakthrough. Apparently the best way to wear down your youngest child’s milk resistance is to serve it in exactly the same type of Lightning McQueen beaker that her four year old brother drinks his apple juice in.
Just as she needs to play with all his toys and just as she needs to copy his every move so little Z had to drink what her bro was drinking.
So there you have it – a small battle won. Wish I could say we were as confident in prevailing in the 17 year war that lies ahead!