"My tummy says..."

Recent quotes from my preschooler:

"My tummy is telling me it wants ice cream."
"My tummy says it's tired."
"My tummy really likes dancing."
"My tummy says it doesn't want to clean up."

It's the result of an effort to get my son to listen to his body during his 2-week bout with the flu. Apparently it worked a little too well.

It's taken me a month to have this revelation, though: replace "tummy" with "body", and everything makes sense. (Ok...80% of the time. Not sure it applies to cleaning up, going to bed, or tying his baby sister up with rope.)

Two other recent nutritional breakthroughs of note:

1. He requested, and ate several bites of, lasagna. (Yes, I realize that lasagna (pasta + red sauce + cheese) has exactly the same nutritional value of his favorite meal (that is, pasta + red sauce + cheese), but anything that can be construed as new is cause for rejoicing at this point.)

2. Yesterday morning he said, and I quote, "I don't want yucky syrup. I want good syrup. And if we don't have any, I want yogurt on my waffles." (Yes, I am gloating.)