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).
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.