The Stitch

Elizabeth asked for a hamburger for lunch.  So I grilled one for her while Adam screamed for more attention, and Elizabeth screamed for a hamburger, NOW!

I learn quite a lot about "TWO" every day. 

"Can I eat just the cheese, Mommy?"  Elizabeth asked, pointing to the cheese stuck to her whole wheat bread.  It was being held in place by a hearty dollop of ketchup. 

"Sure."  I muttered, realizing that I could have slapped a few sliced of cheese on the plate and she would have been just as happy.

Elizabeth carefully peeled the cheese away.  She noticed the ketchup hidden behind the cheese and immediately tossed the cheese on her plate, where the discarded hamburger was already awaiting disposal.

"Can I eat just the ketchup, Mommy?"

*sigh* 

"Yes, you may eat just the ketchup.," I responded, thinking to myself, "If she eats anything, it's better than nothing."  Elizabeth isn't a picky eater.  She will try anything.  She simply doesn't eat much of anything.  

I sat there, unable to do anything, because I was feeding Adam a bottle, and watched as Elizabeth "ate" the ketchup.

Apparently, to a two-year-old, "eating" ketchup means taking the ketchup-covered slice of whole wheat bread and sliding the bread up and down her arm to rub the ketchup off the bread and onto the arm.  Only then can you properly "eat" ketchup.