The dreadful day has come, my perfect little eater has been giving me fits. She doesn't like ANYTHING I make. In all honesty I don't really blame her, I'm really not that good of a cook and I generally go for health over taste. I just can't stand to make something out of "real" food and add sugar or you know, anything else that would actually make it taste good (cookie dough doesn't count). So, I don't. Our food is usually blah and real and healthy. She used to eat anything I would make and I think she has just been exposed to too much JUNK out there in the 'real world'. I have officially become one of those moms I never thought I would be. Tonight at the dinner table, I made Brinley eat her vegetables.
Brinley: I wish I was magic so I could turn you into a nice mom. I'm going to be a better Mom than you.
Me: Good, I hope you are.
Brinley: When I'm a Mom I'm going to let my kids do whatever they want.
Me: So I'm mean because I made you dinner and I love you and care about you and want you to take care of your body?
Brinley: Well, I'm not going to make them eat it that night, I'm going to make them eat it the next day.
Dustin: What is the difference in making them eat it for dinner or the next morning for breakfast?
Brinley (all disgusted like Dustin is an idiot): Ugh, they aren't going to eat it for breakfast.
Me: Yeah Dad, they will have it the next day for dinner.
Apparently the trick to being a good Mom is to just let your kids do and eat whatever they want and make them eat their vegetables the next day. Yeah, cause that would work.
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