Icky, mushy, stinky baby food peas. Punky could never get enough of them. It was surely on her list of favorites, and she never left an ounce in the bowl.
Icky, yucky, stinky real cooked peas. Punky could never get enough of them. She'd eat'em by the fistfuls, cramming as much as she could into her mouth at once if I turned my head for so much as a second. She'd pick'em out of mixed veggies with her fingers so she could eat them first. She'd ask for more when they were all gone.
Punky loved peas. Until this week. And I haven't a clue why. I'm completely puzzled...
The first time she refused them, I thought perhaps it was the rare occasion when my child wasn't really hungry. I can count on one hand the number of times that's happened.
The second time, I thought she was just being fussy. Possibly tired. Somewhat whiney. Not in the mood for peas.
Today I stuck two peas on the fork, followed by a hunk of ravioli and then a piece of cooked carrot. She made a strange face and stared at me. A few seconds later, her lips opened and out came the two peas. The ravioli stayed in, the carrot stayed in, but she spit the peas out whole. Not smushed. Still perfectly round. Little shit.
I guess she hates peas now. Hopefully it's just a phase.
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