Being a Pop Rocks!
Parenting is awesome! Yesterday, we went to a graduation party. Since the parents of the graduate own a restaurant, the food was delicious but there wasn’t very much for my daughter to eat. She doesn’t really enjoy green vegetables (carrots and corn are about the only veggies she eats) nor does she enjoy spicy food, so that pretty much ruled out every dish except rice and spicy fried chicken wings.
My wife and I try very hard not to feed our daughter fried foods, but the spicy fried chicken wings were the only meat that wasn’t marinated in something spicy. Since they merely had a spicy coating, all I had to do was eat the skin and the attached meat and give my daughter the remains. My daughter and I make a good team.
You see, I LOVE chicken skin! So much so that I often daydreamed about opening up Skins ‘n Stuff – a restaurant that only sold fried chicken skin and sides. One of my favorite ways to eat fried chicken is to remove the chicken skin and use it like a tortilla wrap. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. In fact, one of the things I took as a sign that my wife was the perfect one for me was that whenever we went to Popeye’s, she never ate her chicken skin. Too unhealthy she said. So I ended up eating chicken with double skin. Glorious! I was able to enjoy double-skinned, double-battered chicken without having to do some crazy chicken breeding or genetic mutations. Yeah…maybe that explains what my heart was doing last summer. 😛
So yesterday, I sat there happily eating the spicy chicken wing skin and giving my daughter the inside meat. Between the two of us, we probably ate 15-20 wings. That girl sure loves her some chicken. In fact, I could barely keep up with her demand for more chicken. And the best part of all this? If I went to a Popeye’s or some place for wings, my wife would be really upset that I just sat there eating the skin. But yesterday, my wife smiled and said, “You’re so nice to our daughter…”
So thank you, daughter, for being my enabler. 🙂
Another story from yesterday: when I got home from work, my daughter was incredibly excited to see me. She ran up to me, hugged me, kissed me, and said, “Hi appa! How was your day?!” No matter what I endure throughout the workday, this sequence brings my blood pressure down and soothes any stress I may have been feeling. But the amount of enthusiasm she showed had my Daddy senses tingling…then she started asking, “Daddy, can we play a game? Daddy, can we play a game?” “Uh…sure…what game?” She then runs over to our stash of board games.
You see, we have a stash of board games she’s not supposed to touch – we’re already missing Blokus and Scrabble pieces from her last adventure through the board games. Apparently, she asked my mom to play the games and she told my daughter to ask dad when he comes home. What the?! My mom done set me up.
So my daughter looks at me all sad like, runs up and gives me a hug and asks if we can play a game. But I had an ace up my sleeve. “WHO WANTS TO EAT CHEERIOS!?!?!” “MEEEE!!!” and she runs off to the kitchen. You see, we’ve tricked our daughter into thinking Cheerios are the most amazing tasting things in the world. When we first began feeding them to her, we’d say all kinds of things like, “YUM! These are sooo good! DELICIOUS! MMMMMMMMMM!” and now, she thinks the same thing. Thankfully, she forgot all about the board games.
But alas, I’m pretty sure distraction won’t work indefinitely. I’m sure there’ll be something she really wants one day, and other than a boyfriend, I’ll most likely cave to her demands. Well, as long as I get to eat all the chicken skin, I won’t complain.