Partners in Crime

Our first hint of fall is in the air. Yesterday I turned off the air conditioning and threw open the windows and sliding glass doors to the pool deck to let the cooler air inside. I love this time of year in Florida. And thankfully, I still live in a place where it is relatively safe to sleep with the windows open, which we did last night. It's great to fall asleep to the sounds of the wind rustling through the trees. But at 3:30 a.m. this morning I awoke to a sound that no one wants to hear, especially at 3:30 a.m. The dog threw up.

There it was, proof that MiniMe had not eaten her dinner. She gave it to the dog instead. And he gave it back in the middle of the night.

I don't know what I'm going to do with this kid. She's only interested in eating "snacks" and junk food. Dinnertime has been a struggle with her since she began eating solid food. In fact, when she began eating solid foods, anytime I gave her a vegetable, she would take a bite then shove a handful under her leg to hide it.

Nowadays, I make her eat her dinner in order to get dessert. She brought me her plate last night to show me she'd eaten her dinner and asked for dessert. I agreed.

She tricked me. And the dog was her partner in crime.