Yesterday, it was nap time after a trip to BJ's and Will was fighting me. He cried and said he was hungry (though we had just had lunch at Moe's) and was begging for a hot dog. I got him settled in bed with a lullaby and the boy who said he didn't need a nap ended up snoozing for three hours. However, when he got up, he was still asking for a hot dog.
Will's been eating hot dogs for some time now. I usually broil one in the toaster oven, cut it into pieces to make him less likely to choke on it, serve with a little mac and cheese and a dollop of ketchup. He didn't want that. He wanted a whole hot dog on an actual bun, and made it crystal clear that only THAT would suffice.
So I caved, and made him a hot dog, complete with bun. ("I want MUSTARD, Mommy! NOT Ketchup!") I nervously put it on the table and sat right next to him while he ate it.
Turns out I had nothing to worry about. Apparently, in Will's world, a "real hot dog" is just the bun. Every speck of roll was eaten, leaving a whole hot dog on the plate at the end! I said "Don't you want some of the meat???" "No, I like the bun!"
Next time I'll be sure to just squirt some yellow mustard on a hot dog bun and let him have at it!
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