Yesterday my daughter told me that she wanted to go to her Grandma’s house for a snack because “she cooks so much better than you.” When asked to explain, she said, “I only like Popo’s cooking. I don’t like anything that you cook, ever.”
Now that’s kids for you. There’s no harsher food critic than a precocious, headstrong four year old. Unless, of course, it’s an extremely particular 18 month old toddler who only eats more than a few bites if you distract him with toys. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve prepared a lovely meal only to have Ms Fussy and Mr Not Interested in Food turn up their noses and refuse to eat a bite. So I beg and plead and eventually give them wheatbix for dinner.
