BockTriplets!

A few weeks ago my mom was giving the kids fishsticks for dinner. One broke in half, and she gave it to Daniel. He wasn’t very happy… he picked up the two pieces of fishstick, tried putting them back together, all the time saying “Back! Back!”

Ever since then, he hasn’t been a fan of ‘broken’ food. He cries if you take a bananna and break it into pieces to spread between him and his brothers, and he freaks out if he sees you breaking a graham cracker along the dotted lines.

This afternoon Lorna was giving them animal crackers, and of course, there are always a bunch of ‘assorted animal parts’ in the box. Daniel was holding them up as if he expected me to be some culinary Dr. Frankenstein and make some random creature out of assorted bodies, feet, and tails. Instead, I reached over and grabbed one of his intact animals, bit off the head, and handed it back to him. He cried for about 10 minutes. I’m not sure if he’s over it, or if that will become the earliest repressed memory some future therapist has to dig out of him.