Aeryn still won't eat most of what I put in front of her. I'm pretty sure a blood test would reveal she is at least 90% fried potato and buttered toast. Dylan outgrew his super-picky stage around age 6.
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Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have a super-petty work complaint: we have a regular thing where people are recognized for going "above and beyond" their regular work. I don't think I'll ever get this! Because anything I might conceivably do is sort of my regular work. I thought I might have a shot this month, because of a big project I worked on, but no. Oh well.
I also realize this is what happens when you are more senior, and as Don Draper said, "That's what the money is for." But I wouldn't mind the other stupid recognition, too!
OK, getting over it.
I know that when I was a little kid the aunt I stayed with during the workday would offer me a choice of two options for meals—I think having that say in the decision mostly warded off refusals to eat entirely.
Then again, while I was a picky eater it was over specific things I didn't like such as spinach, beans, or anything with gravy on it (still have aversions to the latter two). I think I was always game to eat a selection of vegetables like corn, tomatoes, and lettuce; and was happy enough to eat vegetable soups and stews if I could pick the lima beans out.
ltc will whine and declare anything I put in front of her at dinner as "too icky" without even trying it.
I think having that say in the decision mostly warded off refusals to eat entirely.
Maybe in your case, but parenting blogs are full of helpful advice like this - "don't ask what they want, offer them a choice between two things" - and it's bullshit. I've never met a kid at any age who couldn't figure out how to say "No" to a choice between A and B if they didn't like either option.
I just saw a poster here at work for something called CarnEvil at a location listed only as Insane Clown Sanctum and I am legit scared.
A choice between two things worked beautifully when I babysat. It's useless as a parent.
TCG is getting a routine medical test today. So, I'm in the cafeteria eating a falafel and waiting.
something called CarnEvil at a location listed only as Insane Clown Sanctum
Nothing about this seems the least bit strange to me. Then again, my given area of work seems to skew my perception.
Someone tell me not to scream at random strangers on Twitter about flu. Me yelling at them will not make a dent in their shield of crazy.