Mini Pots, Large Tyrant

Three is a tough age in our house. We have learned to welcome four with extra gusto, because at some point after the fourth birthday, a flip is miraculously switched and the tyrant in question begins a slow transformation from object of fear and terror into a human being.

Sid turned four in October.

We are still waiting.

Some nights I have what can only be described as PTSD shakes, after a full afternoon of tirades, tantrums and trauma.

Currently, the tyrant is wearing ONE DRESS (which she will wear filthy and food-crusted, need be) and eating two food items that are not chocolate: string cheese and these mini pots of fromage frais:

This is what I get for years of unwavering Francophilia: a child who will only eat hard-to-find French cheese pots. (Years of unrelenting antisemitism I was willing to ignore. Ditto for overall snarkiness. This, however, may be too much even for me.)

I now own 60 of these mini pots because each time they come back into the store I buy them all, knowing that it could be months before I see them again and then she’s down to just string cheese.

And chocolate.


Filed under children, food, France

4 responses to “Mini Pots, Large Tyrant

  1. tamabe

    We totally went the u the French yogurt phrase!!! Good times.. The next step for us was when they only ate the strawberry flavor and no one else would eat the rest…

    Sent from my iPhone


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