Eating...

Dear Nicky,

This morning you ate three pancakes for breakfast. You clearly loved them, but disdainfully dropped a tiny sample of sausage on the floor when I offered it to you. You took a nice long morning nap, then had a bunch of pizza bites for lunch. That pretty much took care of your appetite for the day, because at dinner when I offered you some chicken you usually love, you tossed it all away. I took a chance on some yogurt, with fish oil and protein powder, and you ate it reasonably well with a spoon. You really resisted getting your teeth brushed, and your gums bled a little, too. Hope it's not gingivitis already.

Love,
Dad