Incidently, if you act like buggs bunny and chew carrots, your children will spend the next twenty minutes nibbling away and hopping around the kitchen. I must find some Popeye the sailor man cartoons. Then my spinache souffle will dissappear in the right place.
Lunch for children is no different than lunch for adults, only it comes with a side of complaint. Evidently my kids will not eat open faced sandwiches. Anya does not want help getting her egg salad sandwich nuggets in her mouth. Why should she want assistance when she can make a big mess doing it herself. Oh, and now Cora will only eat red peppers and Nyobi will only eat green. I would threaten to buy yellow, orange and purple peppers the rest of the summer, but then neither will eat them because they are not their perspective colors. I feel like I'm in fashion color pepper school.
Complaint; my daily side dish at lunch. But in all fairness my children will comment happily about food. For instance last night my Husband made dinner in a snap. This consisted (wisely) of mac n cheese, noodles (for the cheeseless), saurcraut and hot dogs. Cora tasted her small portion of saurcraut after her complaint about it was rejected for "non-tasting". She looked at me and her Dad and said "MMMMMMM, this is delicious! This is one of the most delicious things I ever have eaten."
Surprisingly we fell for the trap. When she cleared her plate the heap of pickled cabbage was still there, untouched since the tasting. She didn't like it, but she learned the fine art of cover lie ing. I am so proud and so irritated at the same time.