Tonight for dinner, I made cream of chicken with rice. When I was a single mom, this was what we ate pretty often, only because it was cheap and about the extent of my cooking abilities. (I have greatly improved in that area… finally!)
Anyway, my boys are the pickiest eaters in the world. When I set their plates in front of them tonight, they immediately started in with the comments: “I don’t like this” and “I didn’t want you to make this” and on and on and on.
I make each of the kids take one bite. They HAVE to try something before they are allowed to decide that they don’t like it. Zander took his bite, got a big smile on his face, and said, “Wow, Mom. That isn’t so bad as I thought!”