I hate milk. I have hated milk since my mom switched us from whole milk bought directly from the dairy across the street to grocery store milk. Blech. Duhdee doesn’t like it either, I’m not sure how far back his distaste for it goes but definitely since childhood.
I do recognize, however, that there are some benefits to drinking milk and we do want Monkey to drink it and, so, we lead by example. But we cheat. We use Nesquick (no high fructose corn syrup!) in strawberry (for Monkey and I) and chocolate (for Duhdee.) So that’s my confession. I bribe my child to drink milk by adding the least bad strawberry flavor I know of.
Now for the funny story. On Wednesday, Monkey was ready for dinner 15 minutes before dinner was ready for him. We explained that it was almost finished when he begged for croutons. We sternly told him he needed to WAIT when he continued to beg. Eventually, he seemed to accept what we were saying and he wandered off.
As Duhdee and I were chatting Monkey came back to the pantry and grabbed the two containers of Nesquick from the shelf and marched over to his stool. Since this is the last thing that we do before we put dinner on the table the message was pretty clear. He was ready for dinner to be under way. Duhdee and I snickered at his roundabout way of continuing his pre-dinner assault but ignored him. I even left the room.
Realizing that we weren’t yet convinced he was serious, Monkey stepped down from his stool, marched to the refrigerator and pulled out a FULL gallon of milk. Duhdee rescued the milk container before it crashed to the floor because there was no way Monkey could get it onto the counter by himself. We realized we had, yet again, been defeated by Monkey’s cuteness and persistence. I made the dang milk.
Too bad he still had to wait for dinner to finish cooking. It really was a pretty good plan.