I went over to my sister’s house recently to cook hamburgers. She told me not to cook hamburgers for my nephews because they won’t eat them. Just to play it safe, I asked my nephews if they wanted me to cook them hamburgers. They said no, “hamburgers are gross.”
After I finished cooking, I got everyone served their burgers, sat down, and then one of my nephews asked where his burger was. I told him that he said they’re gross and didn’t want one. He started crying and saying that he wanted a burger. So, to play it safe, I cooked up two burgers for both of my nephews and toasted the buns just like I did for everyone else.
Then they got upset that I ruined “the bread.” I asked if they wanted it not toasted. They said yes.
I move their patties to untoasted buns. They pick at the crust of the bun and say that they don’t like it and that hamburgers are disgusting.
So, I fixed them plates of their favorite foods.
At this point, their attention spans were fully expended and they pretty soon left to watch tv and play without eating much.
Come bedtime, they cried that they were hungry and needed some snacks. So they ate their snacks and went to bed feeling like this was a perfectly normal way to live their lives.
They were 5 and 3 at the time.
This is what Republicans are. Fucking toddlers who throw a tantrum when they don’t get what they want and say that they don’t want it when you give it to them.
My kids are 9 and 7 and this is nearly every dinner time for us over the last few months, it’s maddening
Don’t give in to terrorists. Male them eat plain white bread if they won’t eat what they are served.
No jelly. No peanut butter. Nothing to make it better. Just plain white bread or your supper you were served.
Caveat I don’t have kids.
Can’t kids just miss a meal if they don’t want to eat it? Not like a kid is going to die from one missed meal.
Same here, I don’t have kids … but my best example of parenting were my own parents. Mom made homemade food just about every day when I was a kid. She made food and we had to eat … had to eat it. There was no option, no opinion or alternative. Mom ran the dinner table like a dictatorship … there was no say or opinion in the matter … you were served a plate of food and you ate it.
I don’t say that I fully agree with it because I remember bawling my eyes out a few times because I didn’t like the meal. However, it did force me to appreciate a lot of different foods because I just didn’t know any better back then. Plus I was always taking in plenty of nutrition. One example I always think of now is … fresh pan fried fish. We are indigenous and mom always pan fried four or five large fresh trout or arctic char (big fish that were about two feet long!) for the family every Friday (because we were also good Christians). She made nothing but pan fried fish, several stacks of them and it was basically all you could eat.
Problem was … as a dumb kid … I didn’t like fish, so I stayed away from it for several years and just nibbled on it once in a while. Mom would make me eat a whole piece and I would force myself.
Later on, when I was about 18, 19, 20 I started liking the fish but then mom stopped making it all. Now I crave that damned fish and I want to tell my damned kid self to eat that fish and eat as much of it as he can. Man I miss all that fish now. I wish had it again.
Now I go to fish places or order fish specials and none of them taste any good and all I can imagine is mom’s platters and platters of fresh fried fish that my uncles caught that afternoon. I’m sorry mom :(
I mean … Of your mom’s still around… Maybe buy fish and like, ask to learn the recipe and cook it yourself? I’m not a mom, I’m a dad, but I cook a lot and if my kid wanted to learn what I do when cooking, that’d be cool.
