Went to a Mommie Dearest Party and we all had to write our own Mommie/Daddie Dearest Moments
Sat 3 Jan 09 - Sat 3 Jan 09
I was a toddler and we were sitting down to dinner, me in my highchair and Mom and Dad at the table. We were having some kind of chicken dish, but I didn’t want it. I cried for bologna. Mom said that I couldn’t have bologna because I had perfectly good chicken in front of me. I cried some more….really, I threw a tantrum.
Finally, Dad cracked and got me a piece of bologna. By that point, I was so upset that I didn’t want the stinking bologna. I told them that I wasn’t eating it. They were furious. Mom had to get up from the table because she was about to lose it. Dad sat there and told me, “You are not getting up from this table until you eat that bologna!” I looked at him and shook my head. So, he got up from the table and left me in my highchair.
I sat there staring at the once desired piece of bologna by myself at the dinner table. I didn’t touch it and they didn’t make a move to get me out of my chair. The piece of meat just stared at me, taunted me. It started to warm up and smell. I decided to play with it for a while to entertain myself, but there is only so much that a toddler can dream up to do with a warm and stinky piece of bologna.
Time ticked by. No one budged. I wouldn’t eat the meat and Mom and Dad would not release me from my prison. It was like The Cold War…well, I guess it was more like The Cold Cut War.
After about an hour of bologna contemplation, they finally gave in and let me out of the chair, but said I could never ask for bologna again.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, actually two lessons…
1. Even when faced with insurmountable obstacles, with a little patience and stubbornness, even the smallest creatures can get their way.
2. Never use bologna as a play toy. The stink just doesn’t go away!