I don’t know how many of you have been following the Many Adventures of Junior in Lunchland, and my son’s aversion to most all foods.
We had an Easter miracle yesterday. I, being a horrible mother, often force him to try a bit of a new food. I’m just a witch that way. Yesterday I forced a bite of ham and a bit of carrot into him. He ate the bite of ham…and asked for his own piece. I get all excited and Mr. Dump takes the “I don’t want to make a big deal because I don’t want to scare him off” approach. Junior eats the equivalent of a quarter of a slice of baked ham, and later asks for a little bit more (which I don’t think he ate because it’s too distracting to have cousins to play with). This is not my child. Two weeks ago he decided he loves “chickenturkey” sandwiches (baked turkey – from the deli – on a roll, no mayo, no nothing, just bread and turkey) and ate three of them in two days. This week, ham. My brother-in-law announced his plans to sell his Barilla pasta stock, as pasta consumption will plummet if Junior will no longer be eating it seven days a week, sometimes 2 meals a day.
It’s the little things that make me happy. Asking for a piece of ham and winning the daily lottery are about equal on that scale.
