So I have to beep my own here for a second. Over the holiday season, I over-indulged Morgan and bought some chicken nuggets that were shaped like snowflakes and snowmen. Big hit on the toddler set. Big hit. Well, when the holidays were over, the holiday shaped chicken nuggets flew back to the North Pole or wherever it is processed, breaded chicken-esque pieces retire. I’m thinking we can just pick up some whole, white meat organic chicken nuggets and keep on moving. And how wrong I was. Morgan has a memory like she’s got a little stenographer up in her head recalling pertinent testimony at a moments notice.
Yesterday and today, when I asked her what she wanted for lunch, she immediately said, “Chicken nuggets.” No surprise there. Then she said, “Snowman chicken nuggets, Mommy! Snowman chicken nuggets!” Oy! This is March. Where am I going to find snowflake and snowman chicken nuggets? I knew if I said I didn’t have any, well, the gates of toddler tantrum-dom would crack open, unleashing a fury of unprecedented proportions. Forget a woman scorned, more like a toddler without chicken nuggets. I think, once upon a time, I would have done an Internet search to see if I could find them or called a few grocery stores to see if, by some grace of goodness, they had it. Nowadays, with two kiddos under the roof, I’m quick to appease if I don’t lose any Mommy points along the way.
So, what to do? What to do? I’m no Rachael Ray, Nigella Lawson or Giadia De Lots of Cleavage. What to do? We’ve got round chicken nuggets, I’ve got ketchup, I’ve got some peas and shredded carrots. Put it all together and whaddya get?
I am the MAN!
