This would be a riff on Afraid of Everyone by The National if that's not obvious:

Oh... I'm afraid of everyone
in the whole wide world
But I love them
Even though I'm afraid of them.

Don't worry if you can't make the lyrics match up. It's not going to happen.

She's been driving us a bit crazy singing it over and over. Not to mention that it's permanently wedged in my head. I'm listening to it now. If you can't beat them...

Last night Stella, Etta, and I were eating at McDonalds. It was the one with the playground on Riverside. We'd driven the extra 5 minutes since the McDonalds around the corner from us doesn't have a playground.

As we were eating we were having a nice conversation. Then out of the blue Stella asked, "Dad, am I dumb?". She had the most pathetic look on her face. Immediately all sorts of thoughts ran through my head. "Who said that?" I asked. She looked at me puzzled. I thought about the fact that we're trying not to just tell Stella she's smart, but praise her for the things she's actually done. Had this backfired? Did we go too far? Had we destroyed her self-confidence? Had some kid been calling her dumb because of her clothes? Did we not bathe her enough? Was it because we didn't let her watch princess movies?

"Dad," she asked again, "am I done?

Done.

Done. Not Dumb. Done.

"Yes Stella, you're done. You can go play."

Dad, I have to tell you, you're making me very angry right now. You're making me very angry Dad.

At Meme and Pappy's getting ready for nap, when Dad had the audacity to try to pack up Stella's new Play-Do set.

Last night was the first time I cooked tofu. It turned out well.

Julie is having to adjust to being a parent. Previously she would occasionally head off to the cupboard to make a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich if what I was making was unappetizing enough. Now she has to sell it. We're in the food sales business here these days. So she may have wanted to hurt me physically when she saw tofu on the menu. But then we discussed how tofu was in miso soup, and that was good. Everyone was on board.

As I cooked I had to pay tribute to Stella. She'll try pretty much anything raw. She demands raw potatoes, ginger, and tofu. But once they're cooked she often won't eat them. And she detests anything green. I started giving her the curved parts of the red peppers to make my dices nicer, and now she demands them.

The dish last night was Spicy Tofu with Red Pepper stir-fry. Stella thought the tofu was better uncooked. So did I. But then she played one card too many. She said she liked the peanuts better uncooked. We notified her that the peanuts had been put on top of the fully cooked dish and were still raw. This led to perhaps two more bites.

There's no logic with three year olds. I can't really complain. Stella eats a lot of foods. And she'll eat almost anything while I'm preparing dinner. She just doesn't want it cooked.

Our pediatrician told us recently that we're going to need to start Etta on solid foods. Probably this weekend. I get to try again with another child.

What is the weirdest thing your kid eats?

Here's a picture of Stella and I peeling oranges.

I eventually gave her a peeled orange and she was able to seperate the slices from the membranes with a children's knife.
She probably only got about 2 wedges out of the entire orange, but I was still really proud of her.