The picture below is Doug re-enacting Doug's famous "No Tank You Momma" pose whereby he POLITELY declines my offer of broccolli, carrots, peas, corn or anything else remotely resembling a vegetable, meat or basically anything that isn't WHITE, BREAD, PASTA or PURE SUGAR.
We've faced this pose night after night after night after night until I've completely given up and just give him stuff that I know he likes.
And then, just to F*CK with me I think, last night he walks into the kitchen and says, "I'll try some feta cheese."
And while I'm laughing and watching INCREDULOUSLY he pops a nugget of feta cheese into his mouth, chews it and says, "That's good. Can I have some with my dinner?" and walks out of the room leaving me looking like a gaping idiot.
I put a teaspoon of feta on his plate and he ate it without a backwards glance.
Tonight he threw a TANTRUM of EPIC PROPORTIONS because he refused to try turkey.
I think he's trying to kill me.
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