Today, my sweet three-year-old, you wouldn't eat a few yummy homemade strawberry filled delicious treats.
We had a rough afternoon, that was saved by lots of cuddling, listening to your feelings and hugs. I'd bought a carton of fresh organic strawberries, but I realized they were too ripe to keep around all week. So you and I made some strawberry and cream biscuits. They were delicious, but you took one look at the oozing strawberries and you declared them not good. You wouldn't even lick them.
After you refused to eat the scones, you asked for pancakes. We agreed on banana, strawberry, dark chocolate pancakes. Again, you were less than pleased with the final result without tasting them. But, your heart couldn't resist and eventually you ate a pancake, making huge smiley faces the whole time. When you were finished, you told me the pancakes were gross.
I still adore you. Just know that even if you don't remember me cooking yummy things for you. I tried. Hard.
You happily ate broccoli and chicken for dinner because you were watching a baby bunny eat grass in the yard and you felt connected to him.