mmmmm…. pepperoni.
Tonight Associate P had Pepperoni and Strawberries for dinner. The thought of the combo makes me want to throw up and it was hard for me to watch him scarf it down.
I wonder if that is how he felt when I suggested he try the delicious healthy balsamic chicken and spaghetti squash with spinach, tomato and feta. Maybe my little man is a high-brow foodie, and behind his screams of “no, no, no” he was really thinking “I can’t believe she paired that together.”
The things kids will and won’t eat changes day by day, even moment by moment. Lunch was a freak out when I spread the sour cream on his quesadilla…. no no no, woman. Scrape it off and leave it on my plate so I can dip at my leisure. Yes, your highness. Whatever you say. Anything to get your mouth full of gooey food for a few moments, so it is impossible to ask “why?” or bark orders at me.
Associate A, on the other hand, is at the glorious 1 year mark and growing so fast he will eat anything I put in front of him, beg for more, and finish his brother’s dinner. Associate P used to be that way. Then he turned 2.
But, always quick to recover and woo my love back, he asks me to save his dinner not throw it away. “Maybe next time I’ll eat it.”
I won’t hold my breath.
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