Linking up with (Don't Be) Too Timid and Squeamish today!
Thanks for the inspiration Marcy!
Three year old Awesome was a BIG dinosaur fan. She could tell you everything there was to know about carnivores, omnivores and herbivores. She knew all about Diplodocus, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Pterodactyls, and the list goes on and on. When she started 3 year old preschool, her teacher asked what she wanted to be when she grew up and Awesome replied "a paleontologist". Her teacher laughed and then questioned her about what that was and got the long answer with detailed description about exactly what that entailed. Awesome was consumed by all things dinosaur. Her Halloween costume was a fishing vest, pith helmet, sunglasses, paint brush, shovel and giant plastic bone. In her mind she was already a paleontologist, but what she really wanted, more than anything else, was to be a dinosaur.

What she didn't want was to drink milk or eat cheese or to consume anything remotely dairy related. She was shooting up like a weed and I was concerned about her calcium consumption. I had a few tricks up my sleeve, like counting how many sips were in a cup of milk. It got old fast (for me anyway) sitting and counting every swallow as she slowly drank her milk. Heaven forbid I should try to sneak in any cheese though. The mere thought of cheese would (and still does) send her into auto gag mode.
One day I made her lunch. I always bought a specific brand of chicken nuggets at the meat counter at my local grocery store. Today's lunch was chicken nuggets, grapes, carrots and milk. She took her first bite of chicken nugget and discovered that it had little yellow bits in it that suspiciously looked like cheese. She was thrown for a loop and more than a little upset. I looked at the package and discovered that I had accidentally purchased the variety that added cheddar cheese. I looked at her while she was deciding whether or not her whole existence was crumbling in the disappointment of cheesy chicken nuggets.
"Is that CHEESE?" she asked, clearly deciding whether or not she needed to have her stomach pumped.
I said to her, "Hmmm... let me read what the package says "chicken nuggets with calcium". I looked at her, wondering if I'd get away with it. A thoughtful look came over her face.
"Calcium?" She asked.
"Yes," I said, "It says chicken nuggets with calcium. Sounds really healthy to me."
"Bones have calcium, right?" she asked. (I'm not joking around about her 3 year old dinosaur knowledge. We read EVERY book the library had to offer!)
"Yes, Awesome. Bones are made of calcium. Dinosaur bones are made of calcium. To have strong bones, you need calcium." I told her. I watched the wheels turning as she studied the chicken nugget some more.
"It's not cheese?" she questioned me.
"Nope. Says here, it's calcium", I lied, desperately trying to avoid auto gag mode.
She broke the chicken nugget in half and studied it some more. Then she took a second bite. She looked at me and smiled. "We should always get chicken nuggets with calcium," she said, happily eating her lunch.
Now that she's 15 she isn't so easily fooled anymore. Last week we were talking about the chicken nuggets with "calcium" and she revealed to me what was going through her 3 year old brain. "I thought if I ate the "calcium" my bones would become dinosaur bones and I could become a dinosaur. That was why I ate them."
Fortunately for me, she never became a dinosaur.