I got words.
Abby’s new thing is she eats some of her meal then claims to be “done” or have a “tummy ache” and wants to leave the table and go play. So the other day I refused to let her go. No play. No bed. Just sit. She insisted she was “done” and kept pushing the food away. I made her stay in her seat.
She fell asleep at the table.
I moved her to her bed.
Three hours later she threw up.
Repeatedly for the next day.
Mother. Of. The. Freaking. Year.