Feeding the Jr VP used to be so easy. At first, all he wanted was milk, milk “provided” by Mommy. Then he got used to sitting in a high chair and eating baby food. Still pretty easy. He moved on to various baby sized snacks, like meat and cheese and crackers and bananas. Now he usually eats real food, and that is where some problems come in. Somehow Jr. decided pretty early on that he won’t eat certain normal things, but likes the weird ones. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich? No way is he choking that down. Give him a satay skewer with some Thai peanut sauce on it and he’d consider it. I can’t make the boy eat a chicken nugget (not even a McNugget), but on Sunday when I made braised lamb shanks and vegetables over polenta he couldn’t eat enough of it. Things came to a head last night. We were eating dinner (Vietnamese takeout) and Jr loved it; he was pretty peeved that we didn’t get him his own order. Stupid Daddy, how could you think that a two year old boy wouldn’t want his own plate of Vietnamese sausage? And only one extra container of the plum dipping sauce? Pretty chintzy Daddy.
At one point last night Jr. accidentally got a bit of the super spicy sauce on the bite he was taking. Jr. does not know that he then needs to drink something; instead he tries to wipe off his tongue with a napkin. So after that attempt he he still had a mouth full of spiciness but now also had a bunch of paper stuck to his tongue. Is it wrong to laugh at him in that kind of situation? If it is then the CEO doesn’t want to be right.
At least we still have pizza as the go-to dinner for tight spots. If we lose that one Kjel.org (the CEO at least) will be in real trouble. Braised lamb shanks is a much tougher go-to dinner . . .
