Hey, that's MY steak!

My daughter is a carnivore.

To those of you who aren’t sure and don’t feel like Googling, that means she’s a meat eater.

Tonight, my husband grilled some awesome t-bone steaks for us, and hot dogs for the kids. Considering all of my children are under the age of 6, that would seem to be a logical idea.

Yeah… I was lucky to get part of my steak.

My daughter doesn’t like her hot dogs in a bun, so I dutifully cut up her hot dog, squirted the ketchup on her plate and started eating my salad.

I think the salad was my mistake. It takes a long time to eat.

When she finished eating her hot dog, she fidgeted for a little while, and then when I finished my salad, and started cutting up my steak, she slowly slid her chair closer to mine.

“Mommy, can I have just one piece?” I obliged, putting a piece or two of steak onto her plate, and kept cutting.

She slid a little closer, again asking “Mommy, can I have just one piece?” I put three or four pieces on her plate, and she pushed two of them away. “Just one piece Mommy!”

Why she said that I don’t know, since what she did next made me laugh out loud.

She scooted her chair right next to mine, and began eating from my plate.

I suppose as a parent I should have discouraged this behavior, but I decided not to. We ate the rest of the steak together.

And then dug into the next one :)