Fingers crossed they love it, Wotta.
Dinosaurs are popular here too. So far I've made sure she chooses ones that I can identify, and tend to steer her away from ones I'd have to google. Two year old attempts to say Stegosaurus are entertaining. I just hope she never gets into Jurassic Park, otherwise we'll end up in a never-ending argument about whether the raptors are Utahraptor or Deinonychus. And I won't be able to teach her how to say Procompsognathus because I can't even say it myself.
Not much news here, except one of the dreadful reprobates I thoroughly enjoyed my mis-spent youth with has died. It's a bit surreal.
And in other news: I give up on mealtimes. I am so sick and tired of thinking of meals that I like that FP might be willing to try, and slaving over the hob to produce something, anything that she might eat, and every time, without fail, she does not eat a bite, and she screams and screams. I'm sick of the incessant whingeing for food that she then refuses to eat. I'm sick to fucking death of sausages. Just sausages, because she won't eat anything with them, because she'll only eat one type of food no matter how many are in front of her. She will not eat anything plant-based except bananas, and only then if they're mashed into weetabix. She won't eat pasta, she won't eat rice, she won't eat potatoes. She won't eat meat unless it's processed into sausage form. She won't eat bread unless toasted with red jam.
What the hell am I supposed to feed her?
I asked her what she wanted for tea. She said bacon. I will be presenting her with a slice if bacon, cut into manageable pieces. If she doesn't eat it, she'll be going to bed hungry. And I will probably end up shouting at her, which is probably counterproductive, except the concept of counterproductive implies the existence of ways through this that are productive. No such methods appear to exist.