Rory was, by far, my pickiest eater. The boys couldn’t get away with it. There were too many of them, close together. I needed them to eat what I put in front of them.
Rory, well, she had a list.
When it started there were five things she would eat:
Luckily, the list did expand. But I’d be lying if I said it got much healthier.
I’d have her eat broccoli. She’d gag it down. Literally, the entire time she was eating, she was gagging.
Every once in a while I’d ask her to try something and she would, with a smile, tell me that wasn’t on her list.
She was so dang cute saying that, I’d totally let it go.
Because of her “restrictive list”, I would always have her favorites on hand.
Buying those things are hard. Still.
But they’re on the boys’ list too.