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Josiah sits screaming in the kitchen, and I do mean, screaming. I had to shut both doors into the kitchen and both of the kitchen windows for fear the neighbors would think we're branding him or something. Sweet Lord.
The truth is that he and Hans are locked in another food standoff.
What are we asking him to eat? Something horrible like snails or lizard esophagus or turtle gizzards? Are we asking him to eat cardboard or tinfoil or toenail clippings? Maybe a tasty sandwich made with...Spam? I almost said pimento loaf, but then I remembered Spam.
No, none of those horrible, terrible, awful things.
We are simply asking him to ONCE, just ONCE finish his dinner. He is eating a meal that he claims to love. Chicken tenders, french fries, garlic toast, bananas. In the past he finished this meal easily and smiled as I handed him his treat. M&Ms, yogurt, pudding, whatever. Ahhh, those were the days.
Lately, I can't seem to get him to eat anything. He used to have three chicken tenders as his standard portion and he'd finish that off easily and sometimes eat a little of Annika's, if she didn't finish hers (which is rare--she will eat almost anything and in man-sized portions). We've reduced his portion to two tenders because DANG. I get tired of throwing away perfectly good food. May as well put dimes and quarters down the garbage disposal. Grrrr.
So, he's sitting in there, it's going on an hour now, with two chicken tenders, three bits of banana and two scraps of french fry. He did pretty good, considering, but tonight, Hans snapped. Hans did the paper's crossword as Josiah screamed and now he's emerged and took his Sudoku book in. He's in it for the long haul.
Notice that I've made no mention of eggpie in this post, sister and brother of mine.
Updates on the standoff later.
The truth is that he and Hans are locked in another food standoff.
What are we asking him to eat? Something horrible like snails or lizard esophagus or turtle gizzards? Are we asking him to eat cardboard or tinfoil or toenail clippings? Maybe a tasty sandwich made with...Spam? I almost said pimento loaf, but then I remembered Spam.
No, none of those horrible, terrible, awful things.
We are simply asking him to ONCE, just ONCE finish his dinner. He is eating a meal that he claims to love. Chicken tenders, french fries, garlic toast, bananas. In the past he finished this meal easily and smiled as I handed him his treat. M&Ms, yogurt, pudding, whatever. Ahhh, those were the days.
Lately, I can't seem to get him to eat anything. He used to have three chicken tenders as his standard portion and he'd finish that off easily and sometimes eat a little of Annika's, if she didn't finish hers (which is rare--she will eat almost anything and in man-sized portions). We've reduced his portion to two tenders because DANG. I get tired of throwing away perfectly good food. May as well put dimes and quarters down the garbage disposal. Grrrr.
So, he's sitting in there, it's going on an hour now, with two chicken tenders, three bits of banana and two scraps of french fry. He did pretty good, considering, but tonight, Hans snapped. Hans did the paper's crossword as Josiah screamed and now he's emerged and took his Sudoku book in. He's in it for the long haul.
Notice that I've made no mention of eggpie in this post, sister and brother of mine.
Updates on the standoff later.
Comments
Of course no child of ours will ever do anything like that :oP
Ha ha!
Is it too late for us to turn back?
Food fights, I thought that we were the only family that persecuted their children over finishing supper, usually. Hang in there though, you have to think that you are the boss, although later on you will discover who really is in charge. Good luck.