The other day I made chili, something my 2-year-old swears he hates. I know that he'll eat when he's hungry. I wouldn't want to be forced to eat something I don't like and I won't do it to him. I also won't become a short-order chef. No big deal. He had a peanut butter sandwich because that's what else we were serving (my husband likes to dip a sandwich in chili, I think that's gross but whatever).
So later, before I had a chance to put the leftovers away, he pulls up a chair to the counter, points to the bowl of chili, and says "can I have a bite?"
"Um. Okaaaay..."
He stood at the counter and ate more chili than he has ever consumed in his life. Because it wasn't for him.
Today: soup, with noodles and vegetables. He ate okay, mostly noodles and carrots. I put what was left in a bowl and sat down at the computer (the kids were done eating and now playing behind me). K came up and asked for a bite. I gave him a forkfull of vegetables to see what he would do. Chew, swallow, can I have some more?
Seriously? Because you're not at the table with a bowl in front of you, suddenly you like corn? Is it just because it's mine?
No matter, I am now armed with this information and plan to use it to the fullest.
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LOL! Amen to that. Wish that would work with my picky eater. I refused to be a short order chef too, but she's 6 now so she randomly serves herself cereal when she's hungry. Sneaky sneaky.
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