Something I overheard yesterday afternoon...
"Little bear, little doggy, make sure you always put your napkin on your lap whenever you sit down to eat."
"That way, if you try something yucky, you can spit it out and no one will ever know. BUT, you still might get a little dessert!"
There's a story in my family that as we were growing up, everyone always knew when we'd be having something unpopular for dinner, because that's when mom would bring home a box of Hostess cupcakes for dessert. Lucky for us, we didn't need to spit food in our napkins because we had a big German Shepherd that would lay beneath the table. And he was always hungry.
But here I thought Elizabeth was my most polite child and best eater, the one that would be willing to branch out and try new things?! Now her secret is out and I can better understand why she still fits in a size 3T.