No Sauce. No Cheese.

Lucy is three. And to celebrate her three-ness, she has decided to refuse to eat things she thought were wonderful up until the day she turned three.

Now, she does a lot of pushing the food around the plate and making disgruntled faces. We can’t talk about any of this, so we’ve resorted to leaving each other hand-scribbled notes on the fridge.

Here they are:

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Dear Girl Who Suddenly Hates Cheese,

You are the sweetest 3 year old on the planet and I really love you, but could you, maybe, go back to eating my food?

Love, Mom

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Dear Mom Who Must Never Again Cook with Sauce,

You are a good cook and you're down with the whole "mom thing", but I’ve decided to turn up my nose at your dishes. It’s really more fun that way.

Love, Girl

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Dear Girl Who Suddenly Hates Cheese,

More fun how?

Just wondering, Mom

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Dear Mom Who Must Never Again Cook with Sauce,

Did you see the look on your face when I told you the pork chop tasted like poop and then spit it into my hand?

Priceless. The kids at pre-school were hysterical…

Love, Girl

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Dear Girl Who Suddenly Hates Cheese,

How about pasta? You still love pasta, right?

Grasping at Straws, Mom

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Dear Mom Who Must Never Again Cook with Sauce,

Hmmmm…the jury’s still out on pasta. I could go either way on that, ya now, like maybe I’ll like pasta on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I’ll go ballistic if you serve it to me on Fridays.

Eh…I’ll see how it feels.

Love, Girl

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Dear Girl Who Suddenly Hates Cheese,

How about pizza? You’ve always loved it when we made pizza together…

Desperately, Mom

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Dear Mom Who Must Never Again Cook with Sauce

Two words: Sauce. Cheese.

Nuf said.

Love, Girl

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Dear Girl Who Suddenly Hates Cheese,

You know your breakin’ my heart, right?

Love, Mom

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Dear Mom Who Must Never Again Cook with Sauce,

Yepper.

Love, Girl