This is a story written by my sister some time ago about Ana. As it ties into my post about trying food more than once, I thought I’d share!
Ana doesn’t like licorice. She devours fennel, but licorice isn’t her thing. Well, more for the rest of us.
Today, I desperately had to shower… and the cornstarch trick only made it more desperate, so I set them in front of TV for 22 minutes while I did this. Doors wide open and all that. Left the licorice where they could get it, because they don’t like it.
Peek my head in, guess what Ana’s trying to sneak?
And I *told* her, as I took it away, that she doesn’t like it anyway, and do you know what that girl had the unmitigated gall to say? The nerve? The chutzpah, in fact?
“But, Connie, you have to try it more than once!”
Which of course is what we always tell her about carrots and eggwhites and other foods of dubious nutrition. NOT, I must repeat, NOT candies and licorice that we don’t want to have to share anyway!
Well, I laughed. Aaaaaaaand… then I said she was quite right and here, she could try another piece just to see. They’re kinda big pieces, too.
Well, she put the whole piece in her mouth, and she chewed, and she chewed, and she smiled at me and pointed towards the door… and me? I waited. And waited. And waited, as she kept nodding and smiling and waving towards the door, until I suggested that she try swallowing.
Gotta give her credit, she smiled right up until the point where, halfway through swallowing, she realized she couldn’t fake it anymore and spat it right out. “I don’t like this Connie!”
Well, that’s why I didn’t bother hiding it, Ana! Who’d expect her to sneak candy she doesn’t like anyway? And it’s not like I didn’t warn her.