What Colleen ate

We spent most of the day waiting for Lowe's to deliver the new fridge and washing machine. Waiting and waiting. And since we kept the fridge rather empty, we were light on dinner.

They arrived at 5:15 and were out by 5:45.

We went to Wegmans to replenish the milk supply with the intent of coming back home and cooking, but the kids were rapidly losing patience. So instead of bringing food home, we decided to cut the trip short and just eat there. Wegmans has a good amount of take out options, as well as an extensive salad bar and hot bar, so we got half a rotisserie chicken with roasted rosemary potatoes (Elizabeth's choice) and steamed vegetables.

I put Elizabeth in charge of getting fresh fruit from the salad bar with explicit instructions to come to a consensus with Robert on choices. And I got a couple things from the hot bar, nothing too heavy. Colleen started getting fussy as I was completing my dish (some rice noodles, a couple of mini egg rolls and some breaded fish) but I was chalking that up to the hour (after 6 on a long day).

She got even more fussy as we checked out. Wegmans has some seating upstairs that I had thought we would use but they didn't allow shopping carts up there, so we ate outside.

I set the food on the table and started cutting up the chicken, and Colleen is getting rather insistent about my food. I keep telling her that I'll eat my food when I'm done serving everyone else.

Finally -- and you parents know how it is -- I actually get to eat for myself. So I lift a piece of fish out of the container and Colleen points, and says, "Dad, eat your food!"

And it hits me. She doesn't want me to eat it. She wants to eat it herself. It looks just like a breaded chicken tender.

So what the heck, I give her a piece. She snaps it up.

I give her another. And another. I got one bite. She ate the rest.

So Colleen ate fish.