Just wanted to pass along a little tip I gleaned tonight. If you have a wonderful picky-strong-willed-often-distracted preschooler like I do (or someone in that genre of little person), you know that mealtime can be quite a struggle at times. Temper tantrums, whining, looks of disgust, or any combination of those three states of being are frequent dinnertime challenges in our house.
Tonight, I roasted some baby Yukon Gold potatoes and little chunks of sweet potatoes, along with making Parmigiano and Herb Chicken Tenders. In theory, these are foods Jack had eaten before and liked. In practice, he needed constant prodding to take a bite, stopped to whine about his mouth hurting, and eventually gave up altogether. Herein comes the exciting lesson…
…get a toothpick! That’s right. A simple change of utensil changed the whole meal. I cut up his food into small chunks and asked him if he wanted to stab (what an attractive verb to a boy!) his food, dip it in ketchup and eat it. He ate everything I asked him to with very, very little nudging and had fun doing it.
Thank you, Mr. Toothpick. Sincerely, Jack’s Mom.