During that time, some serious screams of horror came from the kitchen after I didn't answer the incessant calls for me. I didn't worry too much since these same squeals come from seeing dark threads on her clothes or a hair in the bathtub (all bugs coming after her), plus, she knew where I was. She peeked around the corner to Cole's room to see me put my fingers to my lips to shush her. The baby's got to sleep, hermana! She crumpled onto her knees to cry and then ran off.
The search for Tessa commences.
She's trying to hid under my bed. "Go. Eat. Your cheeseburger!" (I never thought I'd have that demand escape my lips.)
She starts crying about the "becave".
"What are you talking about?"
"The science kid! Becave, Mom. Becave. On the science kid!"
She's having a breakdown the closer we get to the pile of cheeseburger. Finally, I stop to sit with her on the floor to find out what she's talking about. "Okay. Stop crying. Let's use your words."
"Becave, mom. On the science kid. Look at it! It's brown"
"Um. Meat is brown." It takes me a little while..... Decay.
She's afraid that her cheeseburger is decaying and I'm forcing her to eat it. Doesn't she know that it's a Mickey D's cheeseburger and could take weeks to decay? ;)
I walked over to the "decaying" burger with her, and we had a chat about why it looked the way it did. I salvaged some of it and she let me feed it to her. She wasn't about to touch it with her own hands. But she ate it. The terror inducing treat for being good.
McDonald's, I said NO onions.
Sid, WHAT illustrations are you using on your show?