As a parent I often question the sanity and relevance of what I'm doing. Daily. Should I force her to clear her plate, where are her manners, do time-outs really work? Then, once in a blue moon, they say or do something that makes you stand up and applaud yourself. Yay, something I'm doing in sinking in! Case in point, this morning.

The Monster: What are you doing Mama?

Me: Making peach crisp.

The Monster: Oh, can I have some? (picking at the topping)

Me: Just one piece, the rest has to go on top of the peaches.

The Monster: But Mama, I'm just an Eater.

I won't be changing the name of the blog anytime soon, but she quite handily settled the debate between Foodie and Gourmet.