Monday, August 29, 2011
Peanut Butter Time
But I do have a rule of not saying ugly things about my cooking. Not when it turns out well! So one night after sighs, turned up noses, and down right complaints by child #1, I had had enough.
For the next 7 days, he was offered a plain peanut butter sandwich on wheat bread (the healthy kind of peanut butter that you have to stir the oil back into), and a piece of fruit or a vegetable; for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The saying that went along went something like this, "There are some moms who just don't care about what their kids eat. I am not one of them. I hope you appreciate the good food that I make you, when you can eat it next week. I love you."
I'm not sure who learned more from this, #1 or his siblings...