Could someone please explain to me how two people like me (I can hardly even think of a food that I don't like) and Mike (who is willing to eat anything, even if he doesn't love it) ended up with a child like Beaver?
Tonight I made sloppy joes. Beaver has never had them before and tears immediately began streaming down his cheeks when he saw his dinner plate. I didn't feel up to battling him tonight, so I told him he didn't have to eat it. Guess what he ate instead? Leftover meatballs with ketchup. Duh.
That child is going to drive me insane. I know I talk about it all the time, but it makes me crazy. Should I just give up? It isn't so much that he won't eat healthy food. He likes most fruits, a few veggies, bread, rice, and most dairy. He certainly isn't malnourished. I just like to try new things, and I get so frustrated when he freaks out about it. I refuse to fix two meals every night. Should I just give up my culinary interests until he is older? What would you do if he was your kid?
So, Beaver ate meatballs with ketchup and a mandarin orange for dinner. One of his orange sections dropped into his ketchup. He got quite upset because he didn't want to eat it with ketchup. I'm glad he draws the line somewhere.
I don't like natto. There's one.