It's not chicken unless it's brown...

So what if I used to hide my food in my napkin or attempt to feed it to the dog without getting caught. Unfortunately for me our childhood dog didn't like his vegetables either. I was shit out of luck on quite a few occasions and had to sit at the table until I ate all my cold food (of course it was the perfect temperature to begin with I just sat and whined long enough to make it cold). I remember thinking I would never do this to my kid. Man I said and thought that about a lot of shit. Now I'm doing all the things I said I wouldn't.

Kayliegh, my 4 year old drama queen and love of my life, is as picky (if not more) as I was when I was little. I guess this is one of those revenge tactics that seem to happen later in life. I constantly argue with her to try new things. I have quoted it in Dr. Seuss manner and everything (You may like you will see...). Sometimes I win the battle and she enjoys it but other times we throw down and get pissy with each other and both go into our own fits of rage over it.

I have the hardest time getting her to understand that chicken is still chicken even if it does not have the fried brown goodness on it. Of course we get into a debate over it and she refuses to believe it is chicken because it isn't brown or come in the shape of a dinosaur. She doesn't seem to understand that everything can be made in different ways. Ground beef doesn't just come in the shape of a circle slapped onto a bun...sometimes it's round and called a meatball. Dip it in the good damn ketchup and eat it already. It's not like you can taste it with that inch layer of ketchup anyways.

Usually when we thrown down I either end up winning by one of two ways. One, she eventually gives in and just eats it. Or the second, I hold her down and force feed her. Either way if I have the strength that day and the patience I WIN. Yes it sounds horrible but sometimes the kid just needs to try it. Once she puts it in her mouth and eats it (even though its accompanied sometimes with some weird painful moaning noises because the taste isn't of ketchup or macaroni and cheese- drama queen) she enjoys it and will eat the rest.

Then there are these times where I swear my kid is on something. She will state she wants a salad or some "weird" food that does not consist of cheese, processed meat, or chocolate. Those are the days that I take full advantage of and pull everything out of the fridge, freezer, and pantry and make her try it all because she is so willing at the moment. Oh those days are like heaven in this family.