When it comes to getting what he wants, Connor has gotten a little better (or a little smarter, depending on your perspective) in the way he goes about it. Take today, for instance, when he saw me fixing Josh a salad for lunch. Now, normally, this is not something that my son would want. But if Daddy was having one, then he absolutely had to have it too.
"Connor have salad?" he asked, in that little whine of a voice that usually begins every conversation when he wants something.
"Are you sure? I don't think you like salad," I offer, ignoring the whine.
"Connor have salad. Please, Mommy! Daddy like salad. Connor like salad. Please, Mommy!"
And who can resist such a request (at least when you ignore the original whine). So I got out a small bowl and started fixing him a little salad. Of course, I knew it would ultimately become a little extra salad for Daddy. Connor has on rare occasions eaten salad, but is, in general, not a fan. It has a few too many things he doesn't recognize or even like - carrots, big lettuce leaves, chopped ham, bacon bits.
He took one bite and pushed it away.
"Connor no like salad," he said quietly. And because it wasn't immediately removed, he began playing with it. And then it became "Salad yucky!" because he had bits and pieces of it stuck to his hands thanks to the thick ranch dressing that Daddy likes. "Wipe off, please!" he tells me, shaking his hands in disgust.
Clearly he gets THAT from his mother. Salads are yucky. But at least he's learning to say "please" when he wants something. Now we'll have to work a little more on avoiding the whine, and also on the "thank you," or "tanks" as he usually says it, which is much more sporadic with him.
