A New Game Becomes Old

My son is not the only person in my house who tries to eat cat food. His sister also thinks this is a fun game. And despite the fact that she crab crawls, she’s faster than the Bean ever was. It’s like a massive case of déjà vu, except for one difference. When Sprout makes a break for it, the Bean eggs her on.

“Eat the cat food, Sprout! Eat the cat food!” He screams with delight.

One day I got so sick of him taunting her that I placed a nugget of the dry pet food on his plate and said, “You want her to eat cat food, you have to eat some yourself!”

Of course, this sent him into hysterics. He started bawling, “I don’t want to eat the cat food. I don’t want to!”

I calmed him down and explained as rationally as one can to a pre-schooler why it was mean for him to want his baby sister to eat cat food. He only kind of got it, cause now when she darts down the kitchen he says, “Don’t…eat the cat food, Sprout! Don’t…eat the cat food Sprout!”