My six-year-old has a new aversion to food that’s “all mixed up,” meaning casseroles (including King Ranch Chicken, a Scroggins Family Favorite), soups (minus Cars Chicken Noodle), and salads (even the fun pink fruit salad that all the Grandmas know how to make).chicken-casserole-sl-1704091-l

At first, I was ok with my new picky eater.  I remember not wanting my food to touch, so I could stretch that thought, and relate it to this “mixed-up food” ideaology.  But, it’s getting a little ridiculous.  This morning, we mixed eggs and sausage for breakfast tacos.  That was a no-go.  This evening, I mixed peas and corn.  No bueno. 

More than his actual dislike of mixed-up foods, is his over-the-top reaction to seeing the foods mixed-up.  To put it mildly, total meltdown.  Complete with yelling, and a chair slump-or for a more dramatic effect-a slump to the floor.  Both equally rude in my book.  So, I’ve explained that it’s OK to dislike certain foods; it’s ok to not eat those foods; it’s even ok to put those foods on a “never eat again list” if absolutely needed.  What is NOT OK, is that reaction.  At home, sure, tell me when you don’t like something.  I promise I might not make it again.  But, as a guest in someone’s house, eat it.  Even if it’s dirt, eat it, and say it was yummy.  That’s just good manners.

Every time I think I’ve made headway with this lesson, we backslide a little.  Hopefully, it will sink in before he meets his future in-laws as they serve Spaghetti Chicken with a side of Cool Whip Fruit Salad.