Elizabeth has been testing her boundaries on politely eating what we serve her, so on our way to my godparents' house for dinner tonight, we played a manners game.
Isaac: "If they served you soup made of swamp water and olives, what would you say?"
Me: "Thank you! I love olives!"
Me: "If they put dirty socks on your plate for you to eat, what would you say?"
Isaac: "Would you help me cut them please?"
Me: "If they served you a brownie that you thought was chocolate but was actually made of mud, what would you say?"
Elizabeth, making a yucky face: Blank stare
At least our game was fun, if not terribly effective.
However, when we walked in the door of my godparents' house, the first thing Elizabeth told them about was the game we played in case they served something she didn't like! Maybe next time we'll tell her it's a secret game!
(Disclaimer: They always serve excellent food!)
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