Wow.
You sure are opinionated, when it comes to the eating habits of preschoolers. And many of you are also lurking about, apparently, because then you de-lurk and all hell breaks loose. It's okay--you may return to your former lurkiness. I see you, there in the hedges. Hi! Now you’re waving!
I have learned much from the 400-plus comments on the last post. (Yes, I did read them. Do you think I have anything better to do?) Here are my learnings!
1. Compared to some of your freakish offspring, my child enjoys a healthy variety of foodstuffs. (My favorite is the marshmallows-in-the-Lucky-Charms diet.)
2. The children who eat everything make up for their sophisticated palette by refusing to sleep (thankfully, we don’t have that problem at the Finslippy household).
3.The children who eat everything and sleep well belong to people I don’t want to talk to.
4. I’m kidding about that last part.
5. Forcing your child to eat certain foods will invariably lead to vomiting on the Fiestaware.
6. Not forcing your child to eat certain foods will either result in healthy eating habits or crippling food issues.
7. Many people take the time to comment and only write “Hi!” or its more formal variation, “Hello!”
8. Many people who read Finslippy live in my neighborhood, and are watching, ever watching. And that's fine! Excuse me while I lower my shades!
No, seriously, I liked all the comments! I did! I felt all popular and stuff. I wanted to mail all the comments I got to my junior-high tormentor who would send me threatening notes in Social Studies. YOUR UGLY MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL SO I CAN BEAT YOU UP. (If you’re going to spell it out for me like that, you think I’m going to show up? NO THANK YOU I AM GOING HOME TO WATCH THE LITTLE RASCALS AND EAT CHEESE SANDWICHES.) I don't know if she can receive mail at her mobile home, though, HA HA HA HA HA.
Who am I kidding. She's probably rich and her kid eats kimchee and octopus.
Anyway, I have a newfound appreciation of my son’s dietary habits, and smile tolerantly instead of screaming intolerantly when he squawks in horror at the sight of nutrition. He’s not eating any better, but I sure as hell am drinking more. And that works for me.










January 16, 2006
Reader Comments (64)
He wouldn't eat hot dogs. When he was 9. I think he lived on cheese nips.
Your kid is fine.
Have a martini before each meal and you won't give a damn if Henry ever eats again.
Also, Hi!
Go figure.
Make your kid happy - they only get to be a kid once in their life :)
That's all I was going to say, but then I felt funny, like I should at least say *something* about food, even though I am, as yet, childless. So, lemme have at it:
My older sister and I were/are great eaters. Much beloved in family lore is the story of how my parents had a pig roast one year when we were young, and she and I were fighting with each other over the innards, convinced that everything that came out of the pig was yummy, yummy liver. Yeah, you read that right: we were fighting over who got to eat THE LIVER. We still eat everything, to this day. Since my little sister is what could be defined as a "picky eater," I'm aware that this trait might not be passed on to my offspring. I've got my fingers crossed, though, and I'm stacking the deck by marrying a liberal eater like myself. Knock on wood, dude.
When my brother and I were growing up, my mom made things we loved, like "rock burgers" (grilled English muffins with butter and blue cheese dressing and a hamburger patty), "Samantha special" (scrambled eggs mixed with sausage and fried potatoes), etc. However, she also made things like "stuffed green bellpeppers" and "fried liver and onions". Blech. My brother and I would invariably be left at the table until we finished and then we would play look out for one another and shove our food in the garbage disposal. They never knew. I told my mom when I was in my 20's what we used to do and she was shocked. Shocked I tell you! So, don't try and force your school age kids to eat certain things -- they will find a way around it, usually wasting all of the food in the process! We did always agree to try everything, but man, some of the stuff she loved to eat was positively vile to a child, and really, even now, I WILL NOT even try stuffed bell peppers as an adult to see if my taste has changed. I've been scarred. I won't even EAT green bellpeppers, in any form, although I love red and yellow bell peppers raw. Oh, and the other thing she used to try to do to fool us into eating healthy was to put spaghetti sauce on string squash and tell us it was spaghetti. I don't know what kinda igits she thinks she was a raisin', but we so did NOT fall for that thinly veiled ruse!
Except that I am one of those with whom you don't wish to speak, as I have a girl child who eats most things and sleeps pretty darn well too.
Back into hiding I go...