So a strange, quiet little transformation has been happening with our little boy. Actually, it’s just that: he’s becoming a little boy. The past few weeks have been nightmarish trying to get him to eat anything we spoon fed him. We tried various tactics of distraction, from handing him his own spoon to jingling keys in front of his face. It’s ok, though. I’m a parent, I’m slow and dim-witted. What he’s been trying to tell us is, “Quit this mushy crap I got these damn teeth I wanna bite something!” Our biggest concern, however, has always been vegetables and meat. He’s always spit both vegetables and meat out. Fruit he loves, he’ll eat any amount of fruit you put in front of him; bread, cheese - loves ‘em.
Well, the other day, in a fit of desperation over needing to find something ANYTHING for the poor kid to eat, I whipped him up a veritable smorgasbord of food: a Pluot (it’s the cross between a Plum and an Apricot), bread and butter, chunks of cheese, and tucked away in the corner (just in case) some steamed carrots and broccoli. I offered the bread an cheese first, of course, he loves ‘em, right? He takes a few bites and tosses the rest overboard. The Pluot he went for, but I was running out of food. I grabbed the sorry, sad little bowl of vegetables. I looked down at them, I felt like the island Natives offering up Margaret Thatcher rather than Naomi Watts to King Kong. But lo! The carrots went in the mouth and did not return. Surely, though, the broccoli will be tossed overboard. One bite…in the mouth…an ugly face, oh no!…but wait! *chew, chew*, and a swallow!! Now I can’t put broccoli pieces down fast enough - he’s literally popping them into his mouth as I set them down - I even had Carleen cook another bit so would have enough.
My world is upside down. My son…is a vegetarian.
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