Straight from the category titled, “did that actually just happen” comes last night’s method of getting the Threenager to eat her meal of chicken, sweet potato, green beans and some fresh baked bread: bribery, in the form of forkfuls of butter.
This little girl has been stick thin since about 6 weeks of age, falling completely off the percentile chart by around 1 year old. It doesn’t matter what I feed her. At this point, I think she only weighs about 4-5 pounds more than baby C, and he’s 6 months old. What. The. Fuck.
We’ve had her tested for all sorts of things, and she’s totally fine, she’s just crazy skinny. But when she asks for 6 pieces of bacon in one sitting (which is several times a week), we don’t think twice about giving it to her.
So last night, I got her to eat her regular meal by letting her slowly consume, in exchange for bites of “normal” food, about 3 tablespoons of pure butter. Straight. The Teenager and I just sat there, watching her, simultaneously disgusted and amazed.
You just can’t make this shit up.