
I love telling the story of how when Lily was just 2 or so and starting to let us know her food preferences, she really enjoyed cheese.
And since she got stuck with us, it's rare to have velveeta or american cheese slices in the fridge. Far more likely to find aged smoked gouda, feta, extrasharp cheddar, and other more adult cheesy comestibles.
It shouldn't have come as a surprise when Lily would call out her choices by name rather than just a request for generic "cheese".
But hearing a whiny two year old screech - "BRIIIIEEEEEEE ! I want BRRIIIIEEEEEE!" was hilarious to say the least.
Fast forward a few years.
Making dinner the other night: rice, veggies, applesauce and pork chops (sauteed with butter and oil, little bit of garlic, little bit of cinnamon).
Lily: What's that?
Me: Pork chops
L: I don't like it.
M: Um....you like hot dogs...you like kalua pig....this is the same thing...
L: I'm not gonna eat it...
M: Try it...there's cinnamon plus with the applesauce it's really good.
L: No.
M: Here's a little piece with just a touch of applesauce...they taste good together..it's like that part in Ratatouille where Remy and his brother....
(NOTE: Appealing to Pixar animated characters is sometimes useful to help make a point or misdirect small children)
Jake: MMMMMM....I don't like it...I LOVE IT!
M: Thank you.
(NOTE: Occasionally rival siblings will take opposing viewpoints merely to piss off one another. But if that means that at least one kid eats their dinner without kvetching, bring it on)
L (beginning to lose it): No...I WON'T!
M: Well Jake likes it...
L (blubber whine pout stink eye): IF THIS WAS SUSHI THERE WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM !















