Lisa and the sandwich.

There is a girl in big brother’s pre-school called Lisa. She loves Abbe and always has a hug for him when we come to leave or pick up his big brother.

The children usually bring sandwiches or fruit for the morningtime. About a week ago, Lisa was at the little table having a sandwich when Abbe joined her. She offered him a bite, of course, but one of the teachers, who knew about his milk allergy, stopped her and explained the matter.

On the way home in the car Abbe tried to communicate something. My wife was doing her best to get the picture and after about twenty questions came to this conclusion:
– Is it a sandwich that you want?
– Mhm. Abbe nods his head.
– Like Lisa’s?
– Mhm. Smiling now.

She made him a sandwich resembling Lisa’s. Abbe ate. He ate the whole thing. No fuzz, no desperate stuff like parental bribing or playing while eating, no nothing.

This is a serious breakthrough. Thank you Lisa.