We met my GTB’s dad, step-mom, and sister for brunch at Salty’s yesterday. We motivated Signe with promises about the chocolate fountain. We could have told her we were going to Disneyland, she wouldn’t have been more excited than she was to see the chocolate fountain. Yes, she is my daughter.
GTB took her to see the fountain the moment we entered the restaurant. I don’t think she would have sat down before seeing it anyway. With the incentive of visiting the chocolate fountain for dessert if she ate a good breakfast, she proceeded to eat every morsel on her plate. Then she announced she was ready.
I approached the dessert table with her, asking her what she wanted to start with.
“How about a marshmallow?” she asked. OK.
“One of those,” she said, pointing to a cinnamon-covered donut hole.
“Nice idea,” I said. “Do you want a lady finger?”
“What’s a lady finger?” she asked, puzzled.
“It’s like a cookie.” Yep, she wanted one of those, too.
“Ooh, and a pretzel,” I exclaimed, eager to sample the sweet and salty combo.
I put the pretzel on her plate. Signe looked down, paused a second and said, “Now what do you want, Mommy?”