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Tony Devlin's avatar

One of our successes was baby carrots, which became cannon carrots. I put one on the end of my fork, traversed it like a cannon (making what I decided were traversing noises), aimed at each child, and made kaboom sounds. Soon everyone was aiming and shooting at each other. Then we had to eat the cannons to reload. That was more than ten years ago and, every now and then, we shoot carrots at each other. I expect their kids will all learn about cannon carrots, too.

MaryBeth Lathrop's avatar

What you describe at the end is perfect really. It's healthy to eat when you are hungry instead of on a schedule of some kind. It sounds as though she makes good diet choices and that they are varied. Good job Dad.

The funniest food/child story I have is in pictures. My daughter photographed my oldest grandson whenever she introduced a new food. One of those times he made the most disgusted face! I mean looking at him you just wanted to know what it was that you yourself should clearly avoid for the rest of time. But she was a professional photographer and took several shots mere moments apart. And the second one showed a happy child swallowing the same bite of food. Schizophrenic much?

Jeff Scott's avatar

This is a fantastic idea. I’m going to try it with my 23 and 19 year olds. 😂

Maury Wood's avatar

We have four kids. None of them like vegetables except the youngest. He eats them like a champ. Why? Because the doctor told him green vegetables are good for him. Kids are definitely funny. He is also the one who gives me a run for my money with appetite.

Rolled Oats's avatar

You mean you haven't tried making her sit there until its all eaten, no matter how many hours it took?

Someone should call social services ;)

Joy B's avatar

oh how life has changed! I remember the cabbage being reheated. When I said I preferred that taste, it was never reheated again!!

Linda Blatnik's avatar

I'm glad you learned your lesson. I was your daughter on this one. They made my life hell. They criticized me. My father demanded we eat formally.

I vowed I would never do that.

My husband, sons and I ate out a lot. They ordered whatever they wanted.

We ordered lots of vegetables, especially salads. They followed.

We laughed, talked about our days and whatever.

Meals became fun.

Rebecca Watson (ReBe)'s avatar

Thank you for this, we’ve been struggling at dinner time so it’s nice to know every parent goes through it 💚

Jeff Scott's avatar

My mother loved liver and onions. She was somewhat of an authoritarian, and did the whole “you’ll sit there until you eat it” thing.

So, my sister ate it.

And then my sister vomited.

Mom: “I guess she really didn’t like it.”

I haven’t had a bite of liver In more than 4 decades. I don’t think my sister has either.