|Cake? No worries. THAT we'll eat.|
Tonight it took Princess #3 TWO HOURS to eat dinner.
No, not dinner. That would almost be understandable. But it wasn't a whole dinner. Just the chicken. Just 3 measly bites of chicken.
And this would be the point where my parents burst into side splitting laughter and point their fingers at me saying, "it's payback time!"
Yes, ok. So it did take me a long time to eat when I was a kid. I didn't inhale food. So sue me. I did have a tendency to chew roast until it resembled... well... something really, really gross and certainly not consumable. There were nights my dad would encourage me to take a drink of water to try to get me to swallow the meat in my mouth, resulting not in an empty mouth but rather a mouthful of water and um, really, really, gross chewed up watery meat.
So I clearly understand that I had this coming to me. It was bound to happen. Just as I destined myself to have children crawling into my bed in the wee hours of the morning (yes, I did this too), I apparently predetermined that all my children would be terrible eaters.
Case in point:
Today Princess #4 ate for dinner a cereal bar (her third of the day), 6 goldfish crackers, and a bit of rice. That's it. Should I be worried now?
Sigh. I know. I turned out ok, so apparently eating like a very picky bird isn't extremely detrimental.
Can a child exist on cereal? If so, we're golden.