Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Trouble with Veggies
I have pretty much gotten used to making 2 or 3 meals for ever meal. Regular dinner for Ben and Nephi, less fat version for me, and then something like Mac'n Cheese or fish sticks for Mr. Picky. But last night, I had had enough! My kitchen if FULL of dirty dishes, and I just wasn't in the mood to be the regular short-order cook. I sat the boys down and told them that they can have what they want (with in reason, of course) for breakfast and lunch, but from now on there will only be ONE dinner. If they eat it then great, if not, too bad. The kitchen will be closed after dinner.
Nephi was okay with the new plan, he ate up his stew happily and finished his meal off with a granola bar. Sam on the other hand, was near his breaking point. He stared down at his stew like it was poop.
"I see VEGETABLES!" he cried in utter anguish. "And one of them is green..."
"It's called a 'green bean' and it is SO yummy! Just try it." I told him.
"No! It SO yucky!"
"Then pick it out and eat everything else" I said getting tired of discussing the green bean. It was only one and I decided to pick my battles and the green bean wasn't worth the fuss... today.
"But what about this brown thing..." he whined again pointing to a mushroom. "I HATE those brown things!" I knew Sam really hated mushrooms, so I wouldn't force him to eat one. I was mean, but not that mean! What kind of a mother would I be if I forced my child to eat a mushroom!
So after he moved it over to the side, he started complaining about the peas and the corn. "I gave you a free pass on the green bean and mushroom, but you will eat those 3 peas and 4 kernels of corn!" Ben needed me in the other room so I left Sam alone starring at his little bowl of stew.
Not 2 minutes later, does Sam come running in claiming he ate all his food! "Can I have a granola bar now?"
"Let me come inspect your bowl."
We marched into the kitchen to take a look. I was right to be skeptical. Sam had very carefully hidden the peas and corn kernels behind the mushroom on the side. Then he spread the rest of the soup, which was a few pieces of ground beef and some rice, around the bowl to make it look like there was less.
"Nice try, Sam, but I see what you did." I pulled the veggies back out and told him to eat it.
"I don't WANT to!"
"Well, then don't eat. Just go to bed."
"But I am STARVING!"
"No you're not. If you were starving, you would eat your stew."
He finally ate the rest of his stew. And guess what? It didn't kill him! Now I know I don't have to be a short-order cook anymore, just patient with my little man who hates those troublesome veggies.
Life is so hard when your a kid!
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