All the parenting books that tell me to relax with my toddler's unpredictable eating habits can go suck donkeys' balls.
BITE ME, YOU PARENTING EXPERTS!
So on tonight's menu:
1. Freeze-dried peas and corn: a few bits were consumed.
2. Trader Joe's Spaghetti-O's: a couple of spoonfuls were consumed.
3. Same as #2 but with added (kosher) hot dog: a slice or two were consumed.
** At this point, Ethan has started to purposefully throw his food off to the side. **
4. Kidney beans from my chili: dumped.
5. Bits of ground beef from my chili: dumped.
** By the by, Ethan will look RIGHT AT ME at he dumps his food off to the side. **
6. A freeze-dried bit of strawberry: dumped.
7. A freeze-dried blueberry: dumped.
** Resisting the urge to ask my toddler "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I take him out of his high chair and place him back in the living room. **
I close the gate between us, and he, of course, starts to scream. As calmly as I could, I tell him that if he does not want to eat supper, then he can continue to play for a bit while mommy finishes eating.
Not a minute goes by and he stops screaming. In fact, he has completely forgotten about me. I finish my meal, and he's off playing on his own. He found his snack cup and is eating what's left.
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