When stubbornness and strong will meet head to head it is just like the cliche' of the immovable object meeting the unstoppable force. It is ugly. This ugliness brings us to the case of the Lasagna Frittata. The pic above is one of two frittatas I prepared the other night. Sauteed fresh spinach and garlic, whole wheat lasagna, 10 eggs, enough half n half to make Julia Child proud, halved grape tomatoes, basil, sharp cheddar; served with a fresh fruit bowl and a glass of Merlot, mmm mmm!
The unfortunate thing that is on this particular night, Momma was working late and the only peeps to enjoy this fritatta with me were a 4yr, 3yr and 21 month old. In Ben's defense, he devoured it quickly and wholly. I was very pleased with him. Isaac began his stubbornness at 6:20pm, as did Daniel. I insisted that they finish their plates as usual. But nothing seemed to work. At 7:00pm (forty minutes after dinner start) I threatened a swat for whom ever did not take a bite within a minute. At 7:01 pm I administered a swat to each of two boys. The pain was real, but at 7:05pm new fun of goofing up, rolling sippy cups and bouncing in booster seats continued. At 7:30pm (a whopping hour and 10 minutes after dinner start) I instituted Martial law, that is no speaking until the food is gone. At 7:33pm I administered another swat to one boy. The extra noise and crying had good effect. At 7:40 pm, Daniel finished his frittata. At 7:43pm Isaac finished his.
It may sound like the home team won this battle. But the home team is worn out. Why does it have to be so hard sometimes? This closes the case of the Lasagna Frittata.
