To My Dear Son

I would like to take a minute to jot down a quick note.

'I am more stubborn than you may ever know.'

So when you refuse to eat your food for two nights in a row, pretending that you have FORGOTTEN how to use a fork, know that I will not back down and spoon feed you like the infant you no longer are.

Even if that means you miss out on ice cream for dessert {by which time, I'm sure you would have recalled how to use your utensils independently again}.

And just to let you know ~ looking at me and telling me that you WON'T back down? Saying that you are more stubborn than me?

Those, my dear son, are fighting words.

I'm in this for the long haul if need be. So buck up and ready yourself, because Mommy is digging in her heels and I refuse to be taken over by a 4-year-old.

Not that I'm naming any independent, strong-willed names or anything.

Love,
Mommy

p.s. I have no idea where your independent, strong-willed streak came from. It certainly wasn't me.