Our granddaughter, Sunshine, continues to be a fount of wisdom, a source of great insight. With her clear view of ‘what should be’, Sunshine gives us all a reasoned out perspective on almost anything
Want a unique view of space and the universe? Read ‘Sunshine and the Solar System’.
Struggling with unruly spontaneous children? Read ‘Sunshine and Self-Control’.
Ever wonder why one has eaten enough broccoli or meatloaf, and yet, has room for ice cream? Sunshine has been explaining that to us.
I had fixed a great baked ziti dinner complete with green salad, garlic bread, and dessert. I had worked most of two hours on it, which also included doing yesterday’s dishes while the girls cleaned the TV room.
The delicious smell of Italian food and copious amounts of garlic greeted my son-in-law and then my daughter when they came home from work. The table was set by the girls, my husband had filled the water glasses—dinner was ready.
With great flourish we all sat down to eat. While the rest of the family dived in to eating, Sunshine pushed her noodles around with her fork, scraping off the sauce and meat. After just a few bites, she announced that she was full, and ready for dessert.
Mommy handled it well. “Sunshine, you have to eat your salad and noodles. No, no more bread! No, you can’t have a second glass of milk.” The ‘No’ went on for a while.
Sunshine burst out, “But, Mommy! The noodle and salad side of my tummy are full!”
|Courtesy of Bing.com: Apparently this is a common belief.|
Since then, Sunshine has used this compartmental stomach claim many times. She never wins, but I do believe there is some truth to her claims.
Bring on the dessert, Sunshine. I am with you.