Let us hope that by the time Bubba is able to read, these posts will be buried far under months and years worth of posts. Otherwise, I’m toast.
And not the kind with cinnamon or peanut butter.
You see, Bubba is a bit particular about what he eats. As in, he only eats chicken. Of the nugget variety. I exaggerate a little, but honestly, he requests nuggets daily. He, oddly enough, will also eat steak. Not hamburger, mind you, but steak.
Steak taste on a burger budget, buddy.
Therefore, we have reached a dinner impasse… or have we?
Enter, the fib, the lie, the misdirection of truth perpetuated by his loving parents.
The other night Hubs made my favorite Shrimp Boil Packets for dinner.
(You can see the video/recipe here)
Once they were on their way to being ready he asked, “Well, what is Bubba going to eat?” I couldn’t fathom him actually eating shrimp and sausage, but we’re getting to the point where it’s a little silly to create an entirely separate meal for his highness.
So I said: I dunno, let’s try this and we’ll see how it goes.
“Okay…” Said Hubs with a shrug and the same feeling of good luck with that, I was experiencing.
Then the lightbulb of inspiration!
We sit down to dinner and Bubba looks at his plate.
“No! I no yike dis!”
What do you mean you don’t like it? It’s chicken and steak.
and then we waited…
As he looked skeptically at the food on his plate, very clearly not chicken or steak, we held our breath and waited.
Then, he picked up the fork, put a bite of shrimp in his mouth, and ate it.
After the third or fourth piece, he says “I yike dis chicken, Mommy. I have some of Mommy chicken?” to which I proceeded to cut and share several more helpings of shrimp.
Winner Winner SHRIMP for dinner!
I do wonder how long this new trick will last. “Mommy’s going to eat your dinner.” Worked for a while, but it seems we are wise to that one now. No foolin’ this kid.
How do you get your toddler or picky eater to eat dinner? Any help appreciated!