Eat Your Vegetables

So, when R and RUS went to visit Santa Claus yesterday (more on this later), I listened in on R's conversations with the jolly old elf. She had brought along her Christmas list (see previous post) and Santa and Mrs. Claus ran through each thing, saying oh, you like princesses? You like Penguins? etc. Then Santa said to R, "Have you been a good girl? You listen to Mommy and Daddy? You eat all of your vegetables?" Mrs. Claus meanwhile said, "Now, don't be disappointed if you don't get everything on your list. Santa has a lot of girls and boys to visit."

Fast forward to that evening's dinner, which consisted of some leftover macaroni and cheese, Grampy-style, some quinoa, and a couple of Chicken Nuggets. As she's eating, R turns to me and says, "Daddy, there's no vegetables. Santa said to eat my vegetables." Taking advantage, I pulled out some carrots for her to eat. While munching on these, she turns to me again and says, "Do we have any broccoli? It was with great reluctance that I admitted we did not have broccoli, but I assured R that we would get some soon.

Today, R spent all day at Grammy and Grampy's house after sleeping over there last night. They filled us in on what R had been up to that day. They said it was funny how R kept saying she wanted to eat each of her foods that day "without any vegetables." She wanted her cereal and her eggs and her fruit all "without any vegetables." I kind of wonder if she's testing the boundaries of Santa's omniscience.