Last week, I made something so awful and terrible for dinner that a couple of my children refused to eat it.
It was so horrid that I have blocked it from my memory.
Actually it was something really boring like chicken, or beef parmigian. I don't remember.
Feeling a little sassy, but mostly tired of kids who won't even try their dinner, I offered to have a little contest. If they won, they didn't have to eat it, if I won, they had to at least try it.
So, I offered a staring contest. Simple, easy rules, easy to see who wins.
I smoked Charlie in no time flat. If you can get past the tears running down unabated, you can totally win, I found out.
He ate his dinner.
Next was Julia. She lasted a lot longer. But I still beat her.
But do you think she conceded the fact? Noooooa.
She claimed she only agreed to the contest, not to the terms of having to eat her dinner.
So after much harassment by her family, she agreed to do it again.
Of course by this time, I had already been through two staring contests and my eyes were weak, weak I say!
It wasn't my fault, I tried my best. But right near the finish line, right as I could see her resolve failing, I blinked.
Yes I did.
I lost and she didn't have to eat the horrible concoction of meat, cheese and sauce that I so frequently torture my children with.
In the end she happily ate a bowl of cereal.
I've completely lost control of my household.
It's sad really. But I usually make myself feel better when they won't eat by proclaiming...
"More for me!"
How do you all handle picky eaters?