Queen Casey

Thanks to EW, who inspired this story.

Daddy was so unfair! Casey was angry and to calm herself down she fled into her own dream world.

She was Queen Casey of Bruman and the Sultan adored her!

Casey was lying comfortable on a golden upholstered day bed outside her pink palace, surrounded by her favorite toys. The sun was shining and the air humid like in Miami. Casey enjoyed the great weather and was even happier when the Sultan of Bruman approached her. He definitely knew how to please her - unlike her father. He wore an opulent uniform and looked exactly like the Aztec warrior in her picture book. The Sultan carried a chocolate cake. "Here you go, darling." The chocolate cake looked delicious. Since Queen Casey wore finery, she feared if she was eating herself she was going to ruin her beautiful azure dress. The Sultan seemed to read her mind. "Let me!" He said, picked up the fork and fed Casey. She sighed with pleasure. The cake was yummy and she wanted more. It was of course immediately forthcoming. Casey’s toys cheered her on. She shared with them. Queen Casey was beloved by her subjects due to her generosity and kindness.

Unfortunately it was time to return to reality. Father and daughter had arrived at home. Daddy helped Casey out of her car seat. She was still upset her Daddy hadn’t given her cake. A clementine was NOT satisfactory! Casey hoped Daddy had learned his lesson and treated her like the queen she was. Casey and her father Fin might didn’t look similar, but both could hold a long grudge. So when nothing sweet was served that evening, Casey ignored her elder. The next morning was another day, though, and the cold shoulder treatment was over.

©2016

Re-education

Frieda Noose sighed. Her one and a half year old daughter might looked like her, but she was own-minded. Since Casey had had chocolate cake for the first time ever at her father's birthday party, she demanded to eat cake and nothing else.

Frieda had called her mother, asking her for advice. Rachel had laughed and told her about Frieda's own picky eating phase. She recommended to be patient and to try to involve Casey.

Frieda followed her mother’s advice and created different types of dishes for Casey. Casey’s favorite “cakes” were pancakes filled with fruit compote and lathered with yogurt and slivered almonds or two slices of grilled tofu stuffed with kimchi or Asian carrot salad. Slowly Casey started to eat more balanced again. She also liked strudels in all variations. Sometimes it worked if the adults were having a different meal and told her Casey wouldn’t like it. She reacted very much like her father, who didn’t like it either when he was told he couldn’t do or wouldn’t like something.

Finally shortly before her second birthday Casey was having a balanced diet again.

©2015