If you miss the dinner window (which is about 2 minutes long
at a moving target time any time after 5pm), the term “hangry” is not remotely
good enough to describe the world ending situation that ensues. She will refuse
to sit in her high chair, refuse to eat anything even if she is being held, and
refuses to be put down but will cry hysterically and not calm down. So I did
the only next logical thing. Changed the scene and put her in the bathtub.
Where we ate dinner. All of us. Mama and Daddy sitting on the floor outside the
tub eating pizza, and Lyla eating pizza while she is in the tub. Apparently
pizza crust and bubble bath are a perfect combination. I’ll take her word for
it.
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