The Picky of the Picky
When my son started eating solid foods he was not picky. He liked everything I put in front of him and he tried everything and seemed to like everything even vegetables. I was shocked that he even liked cauliflower which I don't like with a passion. But, he happily ate it and everything else in his toddler days. My mom was mostly the same. The only thing that she wouldn't eat much of was fish. She told me long stories about how she had to go fishing with her aunt in 200 degree heat in the summer and I think that in part is why she didn't like fish much. Since she ate so much of it during her childhood summers. I pretty much don't care for it either except tuna fish.
Yesterday we had a late lunch or was deciding what to get for lunch. My sister was here and she was going to buy or cook something for lunch. She asked my mom what she would like. My mom frowned a little bit made another kind of face where she wrinkled her nose and then said oh she didn't know. I knew that was going to be the answer. My son on the other hand he wanted either a happy meal or something from burger king. That is his usual answer. So, after a few suggestions from my sister the answers were all no. Tuna was out, spaghetti was out, any kind of sandwich was out of the question, my sister decided that she wanted to go get tacos. My mom wrinkled up her nose again and then decided that was an okay compromise and so tacos it was. Until the tacos came in the house that is.
My mom looked at it like she had never seen a taco before in her life. She looked at all side of it and studied it closely and then placed it in the middle of the plate and studied it some more. My sister asked if something was wrong with it. My mom shook her head no. So, finally she took a bite and then another bite and when the filling fell onto the plate my mom shook her head and said she knew that this was going to be a bad idea. We all chuckled and got her a fork to eat the filling that fell out of the taco from the plate.
After a few minutes she was done and my son was half done with his and that his had lettuce and complained about picking out the lettuce which he now decided he doesn't like on tacos anymore. He picked off the tomatoes too and put them on the side and ate them separately. I just watched both of them and laughed a little.
I was glad when lunch was done and was not looking forward to dinner. Dinner was spaghetti.
Yesterday we had a late lunch or was deciding what to get for lunch. My sister was here and she was going to buy or cook something for lunch. She asked my mom what she would like. My mom frowned a little bit made another kind of face where she wrinkled her nose and then said oh she didn't know. I knew that was going to be the answer. My son on the other hand he wanted either a happy meal or something from burger king. That is his usual answer. So, after a few suggestions from my sister the answers were all no. Tuna was out, spaghetti was out, any kind of sandwich was out of the question, my sister decided that she wanted to go get tacos. My mom wrinkled up her nose again and then decided that was an okay compromise and so tacos it was. Until the tacos came in the house that is.
My mom looked at it like she had never seen a taco before in her life. She looked at all side of it and studied it closely and then placed it in the middle of the plate and studied it some more. My sister asked if something was wrong with it. My mom shook her head no. So, finally she took a bite and then another bite and when the filling fell onto the plate my mom shook her head and said she knew that this was going to be a bad idea. We all chuckled and got her a fork to eat the filling that fell out of the taco from the plate.
After a few minutes she was done and my son was half done with his and that his had lettuce and complained about picking out the lettuce which he now decided he doesn't like on tacos anymore. He picked off the tomatoes too and put them on the side and ate them separately. I just watched both of them and laughed a little.
I was glad when lunch was done and was not looking forward to dinner. Dinner was spaghetti.
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