Lottie refused to eat dinner the other night. This happens from time to time, and it doesn't worry me in the least. She was hungry, of course, after play time and before bedtime. She cried and cried and said she couldn't "handle it" anymore. She told Trevor that she was sure she would turn into a skeleton like the ones from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disney if she didn't get food. And I'm pretty sure it was all my fault that she hadn't eaten. It's always the mom's fault, right?
We relented and Trevor took her downstairs to get a snack before bed. She chose bread with butter, and Trevor thought all was calm. Silly man. On slice number two, he apparently put WAY too much butter on it, according to Lottie, of course, and then he "let" her fall out of her chair. It's hard to be four years old sometimes.