Quote from: Blazor post_id=392782 time=1606944240 user_id=2221Quote from: Renee post_id=392712 time=1606921457 user_id=156
I always took and still take the same approach my mom did...Don't like what's for dinner, you don't eat...But don't let me catch you rummaging around later looking for food...As my mom always said "This house is not a diner" You eat what is served or you go hungry... Consequently you learned to eat what was served even if you weren't crazy about it and even if it was just a small taste.
Lots of times kids don't want to eat because they "think" they will not like it...Just ignore the bullshit because most of the time it's just noise. Most times they will eventually come around....Unless it's LIVER AND ONIONS...I firmly believe that a parent, or in my case, a grandparent should be publicly executed for serving that hellacious shit to their kids.
My mom tried to make me eat liver, bleh. I tried sneaking it into the trash, into the toilet, even under the fridge hahaha (oh she got mad about that one). But I was forced to sit at the table til it was done. After 4 hours of sitting there, eventually I could get down from the table, but it would be bedtime then. Fuck liver lol.