Peapod is a picky eater.
Not in terms of the KINDS of foods that he will eat, based on taste, but
on the PRESENTATION of the food. A
purest of the worst kind.
For example, he LOVES apples. I used to be able to hand the kid an apple
and he’d have a project for an hour.
Then he wanted apple slices. We
went from there to no skins. Now the
latest request: Rebecca is to remove the
VEINS from the apple. He doesn’t want “The
GREEN STUFF.”
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| Seriously? |
The same thing happened the other day when he realized that
they mixed some sprouts in with his pad thai noodles. He expected me to go through and pick every
sprout out of the bowl before he would deign to eat another bite.
Now I get it. I
understand why at every school cafeteria they have peanut butter sandwiches for
the kids that don’t want the school lunch.
Why my brother ate slice after slice of American cheese from age 4-10. It’s the “Oh, you don’t like this? Well, you
can always eat THIS,” standby. One that
requires no prep, no fuss, and still offers the kid some sort of nutrition.
I’m leaning towards
yogurt…and this morning, I’m grabbing a spoon with him.
What were YOU fussy about as a kid?
What were YOU fussy about as a kid?
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