Hammerblog

Not that I’m biased or anything, but I happen to have the cutest, sweetest little daughter in the world. After all, who could resist this face? I know I can’t–especially when she walks up to me and asks, “Wanna cuddle, daddy?”

She does, however, have some interesting eating habits. Her favorite game these days is to store one last bite of food in her cheeks like a chipmunk, especially if it’s something she doesn’t like. I admit, the logic of this escapes me. When I was a kid, I trained myself swallow a brussel sprout whole because I didn’t want to even taste the thing on the way down. The idea of keeping it in there for hours on end? Yeeech!

I only bring this up because the other day I when I went to wake her up from a nap, I discovered she was holding out again. “All right,” I told her, extending my hand, “give it up.” But instead of spitting out oatmeal, or a Nutri-grain bar, or even a piece of cheese, a wet ball of videotape unraveled in my fingers. Apparently, she found one in her closet and had been munching on it for a while.

My daughter, who once turned down filet mignon, ate her mother’s prenatal yoga tape. Fortunately, the incident “passed” without any serious problems–although I do wonder if she might be on to something. Maybe I’ll throw a VHS on the grill at my next barbecue and find out. Couldn’t be much worse than those brussel sprouts…