What’s with these kids that eat their veggies? I eat lunch with my son on Friday’s and the kids who join us at the table scarf down those green beans like mine eats french fries. And how come my kid won’t touch the darn things?
Well, ok. I admit it. I wouldn’t eat ‘em either. I had a couple of tricks. Early on, I used the stall tactic. My brother stabbed a whole pile of green beans onto his fork at once, held his nose, shoveled ‘em in and washed the whole lot down with a jug of milk. I could not do this…no way, no how. Instead I sat. And sat and sat. And scooched them around. And sat. And the table was cleared, and still I sat. Finally when they were stone cold, I was sent to bed. Well worth my efforts.
When I got older I came up with an even better technique which didn’t cut into my phone time as much. Here’s how: one by one, push the beans off the plate and into lap/napkin. Once beans are transported, wrap in bottom of shirt and excuse oneself to potty. Discard beans in potty, flush and VOILA! Problem solved. That is until potty backs up, plumber is called and you are found out.
So back to my kids. My daughter will eat edamame of all things, and my son will eat brocolli but only if it is COMPLETELY covered in cheese…my daughter will also put spinach in her mouth, but only to lick the dressing off. But what made me think to write this, is that my potty technique has been passed on in my genes.
But she hasn’t applied it to veggies yet. Thank goodness, because we have really old pipes. Miss thang will not drink her juice anymore and she’s had a cough for the last month so I insist. And she pushes back. Hard. Will NOT drink the juice. Then, all of a sudden that changed. I’d shove the juice in her hand, she’d amble off, and moments later…”I’m done!” Empty cup. Wow. “So proud…what a BIG girl you are!”
But my son, well-known for his tattling ways, happened by to find Sassy Pants in the bathroom, with the door wide open. And yep you guessed it. DUMPING THE JUICE.
All I can say, is that I love my veggies now (except green beans of course) so there’s hope. I just pray the same can be said for the pipes.