Every once in a while, my sweet son, my pride and joy, my baby forever, won’t eat.
When I say he won’t eat, I don’t mean completely, of course. If I put a milkshake in front of him he would suck it down like he’d been walking the Sahara for days. If a bag of Chick-fil-A chicken nuggets were on his plate he would push his sister out of her chair to eat hers as well. He eats, but it’s a self-imposed restricted diet. And it makes me INSANE.
I don’t cook like I did before single parenting took over, but I love to try new recipes and experiment in the kitchen. I can’t do that with Capt Cantankerous at the table with his no veggies, no sauces, no spices, any sugar, any time diet.
So I get inventive…
As the video shows, I am not above treating the table like a trough and my children like piggies. Did I enjoy cleaning up the mess after this? Nope. But did it make me smile even though the sauce stained the fabric on the seat? Yep.
He ate. He ate and I didn’t have to get frustrated – which would have been easy to be after 45 minutes of pleading. His sister caught on to my scheme early on and made us laugh harder at the amount of sauce she got up her nose.
They had fun. Hell, I had fun. And he ate.
It was a great end to a great weekend!