No, this post is not about my dog. It’s about my son.
My wonderful son, who refuses to eat a waffle with powdered sugar. My adorable son, who refuses to eat delicious cinnamon applesauce. My sweet little boy, who feeds his pancakes to the dog. My cute little buddy, who spit out the bite of yummy grilled cheese sandwich that I offered him for lunch yesterday. My happy baby boy, who refuses to eat most anything else I try to feed him.
My son, who ate dogfood.
I’ve mentioned before that Zachary is a picky eater.
And I’ve mentioned that this is hard for me, since I’m a definite foodie. I love caviar, escargot, sushi, stinky cheese… you name it, I probably love it or have at least eaten it. I always thought I’d be able to enjoy lots of interesting, exotic foods with my kids right from a young age, and maybe one day Zachary will enjoy the same things I do… but right now, he’s not too interested. And that makes me kind of sad. 🙁
Anyway. when Zachary is busy not eating he enjoys feeding little bits of food to the dog. Many times, it’s little bits of HIS food that he’s throwing on the floor to Maya because he thinks it’s funny. Other times, he actually saunters over to the dog’s bowl and feeds her bits of kibble. Yesterday, while I had my back turned as I prepared his lunch, he put one of those little pieces of kibble in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. I noticed he was chewing on something when I turned around to tell him to quit messing with the dog’s food, so I put my finger in his mouth, and out came dogfood. Zachary gave me a big, bright, happy smile!!
Oh. My. God. I was so grossed out!
Though, I wish I had a picture of his happy little face. 🙂
It totally beats me how he’ll reject all of the yummy foods I make and offer him, but he’ll eat dogfood.
Thankfully he ate everything at dinner, drank his milk, and with a happy, full belly, went to bed after cuddling with me for a bed-time story.
It will never cease to amaze me how children can eat all kinds of stuff (dogfood, glue, paper, who knows what else?) and refuse to eat the foods that their parents lovingly cook for them.
Yeah, no one ever told me that would happen. Where did I put that parenting handbook again? Oh yeah… they don’t come with one!!!!