So I begrudgingly bribed her with a trip to the grocery store (which I had to go to anyhow but because of my headache was going to put it off until the weekend). Yeah. What kid wants to go to the grocery store? Strange, I know. But she enthusiastically took the bait and we headed back into town.
Rhiannon knew I had a headache because when trying to extricate her from Grandma's house, I whined to her (yeah I'm pathetic, I know, a 40 year old whining to a 6 year old) that Mommy worked all morning and my head really hurt and I just wanted to go home. So when we got to the store, she said that she would be pushing the buggy and doing the shopping. Which she did. And only knocked into someone once (which she immediately said "Excuse me, I'm sorry"....which I was sooo proud of).
We went up & down the aisles (although slowly and somewhat erratically) and she carefully plucked our choices from the shelves and put them in the buggy. She put all of the items on the check-out conveyor and even counted out the correct amount owed to the cashier (who must have a grandchild of her own given her saintly patience while Rhiannon counted out change). By now, my headache was fading. I'm not sure if it was because of the handful of ibuprofen I popped at Mom's house....or because of the love I was being shown from my daughter for taking care of the shopping.
When we got home she helped with barn chores and put away the groceries. And then she said that she was going to be making supper. Not wanting to waste an opportunity for her to feel "all grown up", I gave her several (simple) choices for the meal. Tuna Noodle Casserole was the winner and she went about gathering ingredients and assembling them to be put in the casserole dish. She grabbed the cans of tuna fish and with a little help, opened them. And then shockingly said, "Ewww! CAT FOOD?!?"
Obviously we don't eat tuna fish that often.
So after telling her that Yes, cat food does come in a similar looking can, and Yes, tuna fish does kind'a smell like cat food, and Yes, I'm certain this is people food and not cat food.....she was finally satisfied that I wasn't playing some cruel joke on her and she finished mixing everything up. I shoved it in the oven and not an hour later, Paul, Rhiannon and I were at the table eating what we now call "Cat Food Casserole".
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