I am luckier than most parents in that most of my kids are pretty unpicky when it comes to foods. The problem is that there are so many of them, so that some will love a given meal, some are okay with it and at least one dislikes it. And because I am the most sensitive of souls, I try to avoid making my children unhappy. I fail. I fail every single day, many times. But I try. (I just hide that I try.)
Which inevitably leads to scenes such as this:
I like to think it's a bonding moment. Because what brings kids together like sneering at a sibling who's being good?
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