Random dad on the playground with a thick Russian (?) accent: "Oooo vat are you feeding your boy? Is dat macaroni and sheesse? He likes it, no?"
Baby boy: "numnumnumnum"
Me: (proudly) "I made it myself! He loves it! Its one of the only things I can get him to eat! (insert self-deprecating-you know-how-it-is laughter)" I glance around and notce now that Russian dad has twin boys about 2.5 years old. They are running around behind us with mom trying to wrangle them on her own and giving her usband the stink eye while he talks to me. "hi!" I wave.
Russian Twin: "Hi. Me want! !!!!! !!! " (Pointing to baby boy's food).
I need to mention that eating is a big struggle for baby boy. He is on again/off again and YES still nursing (as everyone likes to put the emphasis on STILL. Stuff it I say). I try to offer him a variety of things, but man its hard. And now its especially hard having to pack a lunch for both of us every weekday. He is just picky...or maybe I have high expectations-I mean...who am I to know how much he is really hungry when I am shovelling food into his mouth everytime I can distract him enough. Maybe he really isn't. Its had not to feel pressure to feed him as we are so programmed into believing that you need food at these regular mealtimes. Anyway, I digress. Its even more than him being picky. I think he likes to ACT picky. He likes watching my tortured face. He likes throwing food on the floor. Its just who he is. If he did something easily and without fighting I'd think he was ill. So yes, eating. If he likes macaroni and will eat it...I'm willing to cook it every day :)
Russian dad: "oh no Michael. Too salty. To salty!".
Me: (a little flabbergasted, a little insulted-as if I really wanted to share my son's food with this random kid shouting at me) "Oh no...see, I made it myself. I used whole milk and real unsalted butter and cheddar! Its just cheese. I mean, there's nothing wrong with cheese, right?" (I'm starting to sound a little defensive now...is my mac n' cheese unhealthy?)
At this point twins mom gives major stink eye to Russian dad signalling that it is time to pack them into the stroller-she is done with playground time. So I watch out of the corner of my eye as I continue to shovel MnC into baby boy, who readily gobbles :) As mom stuffs one toddler into the double stroller they both start to scream. They are wailing, kicking, and arching their backs. You know, as toddlers do. Nothing out of the ordinary...at least not for me its a daily occurence with my baby boy. But I love watching how other parents deal with it. Its obvious the boys do not want to leave the playground and I'm pretty sure the one twin wants some Mac and cheese still. But what transpires between mom and dad is funny to me. Like haha. Mom is geting really steamed. And then Russian Dad goes:
"Ok, ok, one more minute ok?!? Da. Yes, one more minute for playing! YAY!"
Twins mom: "WHAT!?!?!?! OH no. There you go again. You tell them something and then give in right away. Either we are oing or we are not! STOP BEING SO WISHY-WASHY!"
Ok...Im trying to stifle my laugter here now. For a couple of reasons. I don't disagree with mom. Most of the time though I don't put on a facade in public, but I do try to refrain from yelling at my husband at the playground. (Usually the stink eye is enough with him ;). But this exchange is just starting to crack me up. I wonder if Russian dad, who's English is wishy-washy, even understands the term? And I guess part of me is liking that he is being called out afterall, who is he to judge what I'm feeding my son? I hate getting people's opinions like that. But then...then. Then comes the piece de resistance.
Russian dad: "Ok,ok...boys its time to go, like your muther says". And with this he grabs up the boy and tries again to stuff his rigid little body into the stroller belt. The kid starts lashing out at dad. The mom is huffing and puffing. And then the dad starts hissing: (Or was it whispering so I wouldn't hear?)
"Ok,ok...chocolat! chocolat (sounds like shockohlatte)! I give you chocolat if you get in stroller!" And he whips out a mars bar.
So when it comes to snacks my son prefers salty. And I guess his prefer sweet. But you didn;t see me wagging my finger at him.