Tonight we had grilled ribs--of which we all enjoyed. Nora got down off her stool and began walking around the house which indicates to us that she is done with her dinner.
So as Patrick was cleaning up her spot, he ate her last pork rib, so it wouldn't go to waste. A few minutes passed and Nora went back to her place setting to eat her final rib. She started screaming when she saw that it was gone.
I said, "Nora, guess what?! Daddy ate the rib and it is in his stomach! Do you want to talk to it?"
She got a big smile on her face, stopped crying and said, "Yeah!"
We laughed as Nora went and put her ear to Patrick's stomach and Patrick proceeded to have the rib talk to her.
The rib said, "Hi, Nora. You walked away from your plate, so your daddy ate me."
Nora got such a kick out of it. Nice to be able to distract her with something completely random and silly at a moment where I sensed it could be a few minutes of crying. The rib and Nora had a few more conversations about life before Nora went to bed this evening.
Zoya
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