Sorta like taking fresh fruit and juice from my two year old.
Let me preface this conversation by saying motherhood is a dirty job. And when it's day five of your toddler having ... uhh, diarrhea, it gets really dirty. I think I can attribute the lil' dude's current state of bowels to the impending arrival of her 24mo. molars. I think. This week I've been reminded I don't know what I'm really doing- I'm just playing along, following what little instinct I've developed in this game.
But, the wet, wet face- the constant fingers in the mouth, snotty nose, and overall unpleasantness being emitted by my three-footer does reinforce my hunch.
So, back to the subject of this post-taking fruit and juice away from my daughter- arguably two of her favorite consumptions in the world. How to enforce a BRAT diet ... bananas, rice, applesauce, toast.
This is going to be just like taking candy from a baby.
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