My little self-appointed vegetarian (minus bacon) had a rude awakening last night. Burgers were on the menu, and he asked for a quesadilla and marshmallows. The marshmallows were completely out, but I told him that if he would eat/try one bite of meat, then I would make him a quesadilla. But I made it clear that until he ate his one lonely bite — there would be NO OTHER FOOD! That threat was made before we had even sat down to start eating. And unfortunately, by the time we all had finished our meals, the piece of meat still sat on the plate. He tried to bargain, pout, sneak other food items, etc…. but I held strong.
(For referential sizing, it is approximately the size of a nickel.)
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It seemed like a no go for Scout, but then I KNEW I could get him. We had already decided earlier that we would go swimming for the activity portion of family night. So Icka and I got in our bathing suits, and I told him that when he ate his one bite that he could come in with us.
–45 minutes later–
I am SO SAD to report that he never did get in.
I am WAY SADDER to report the pictures you see here were taken this morning after a night of sitting out by itself.
I am THE SADDEST to report that my child went to bed with no dinner.
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His last meal of the day was at 4:30 when he had a bag of carrots.
I wonder if me making him eat meat is all that important when he adores fruits, veggies, nuts and tofu.
Probably not.
Maybe I should watch Food Inc. for confirmation.
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