I have just battled through another dinner hour in which my son ate a bit of guacamole, the top bun from his pulled pork sandwich, and nothing else. Asparagus? "NO, Mommy, that's yucky." But it's yummy, roasted in the oven with garlic and salt and pepper and it's all crispy on the ends, and whoops, Mommy seems to have eaten it all.
He did eat a hot dog for lunch, but didn't touch the bun.
This weekend, he has rejected nearly all nutritious food in favor of nuggets, fries, and hot dogs. The pediatrician exhorted me to NOT GIVE IN and to give Oscar the same things we eat, and tough shit if he doesn't eat it. But Oscar, though he loves Locatelli romano cheese, spices and porcini ravioli, still will not touch a vegetable. In fact, he painstakingly picked the teeny chopped green onions from the fried dumplings we had Friday night before devouring the dumplings.
Now he's playing one of his favorite games, Horrible Car Accident, with his Matchbox cars. Is it inconsistent of me to not let him have toy guns but allow him to play Horrible Car Accident? Or have a pirate sword?
Ah, screw it. Too much thinking. Mommy needs some wine.
14 years ago
HA ha. My son played Bad Driver at that age. Which probably consists of the same shit. He also didn't get guns to play with and would just make them out of whatever he could find. Sticks, blocks, sandwich crusts. I stopped fighting it. Right now he is sitting behind me on the floor playing a very loud an violent sounding game of connect 4 with much individual screaming from each piece. Gotta love them boys...
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