When I was young I remember waking up every morning to a hot fresh cooked yummy breakfast from my Mom. Most of the time I cleaned my plate without a problem, and for the most part that is my general memory of family meals together; put something in front of me and I ate it. That is until one dinner when my Mom decided that I was going to eat a prune. I tried all of the tricks like cutting it into pieces to make it look half eaten, hiding it under other food, etc. Nothing doing, she was flat out going to make me eat that prune. Now I seem to remember that after a few hours, maybe days or weeks, she gave up and let me go without eating the prune. I think that she mumbled something about being "as stubborn as your Dad". Now, in my opinion, I have a long way to go before I get to that level but I do have my moments. She might have a rebuttal within the comments section regarding the outcome.
So with that background story I can now tell you that David is currently sitting at the breakfast table as I type. He has been there for about an hour so far. He will not eat a cinnamon streusal muffin freshly cooked by yours truly.
David has had a very limited diet in his almost five years. He is very strange about his choices of food. He loves crescent rolls and cinnamon rolls, tolerates hamburger buns, but will not eat any other bread PERIOD. We made a rule a long time ago that he has to try a bite of something new BEFORE he says he does not like it or he has to eat the whole thing. He knows that if he politely takes a bite then says something to the effect of "Mommy, this culinary masterpiece does not accommodate my capricious palette", he is done and can move on.
Back to today's story. He refused to even try the muffin. I tried telling him it is a different version of a cinnamon roll. Note that I used the magic word "roll" which no longer makes it a part of the bread family. Nothin' doin'. He saw the muffin pan and immediately became suspicious. After telling him about 10 times to try it and threatening to shove it down his throat he finally took a bite. Since we had to tell him so many times he had to eat at least three more bites, obviously he refused. Things quickly escalated from there, we took it up a few notches and here we are. He has to eat the whole muffin before leaving the table. No potty breaks either, this is the real deal. Yes, he tried the "my tummy is full" already. That is amateur hour, now we have moved on to "I fell out of my chair" and "I am about to teetee in my pants". I have a feeling that this might be an epic battle but Daddy is confident that I will be victorious. I just hope it is over before our 1:30 soccer game today or work Monday morning at the most.
Up next.......the conclusion of the saga as it is still being written. Man, Cindy might get those other posts up before I get this one done.So we waited, and waited, Mommy started laundry and I went outside to mow the lawn, and waited, and finally it worked!!!!! Not eating the muffin, David tricked Mommy into letting him go potty. So there was some arrangement that David would eat his muffin quickly and quietly in return for getting to go potty. Mommy is such a pushover she had to quickly gain the leverage of the situation back. THREE belt spankings later David finally ate the muffin. He tried just eating the outside of it first in one last ditch effort but Mommy was not having it.
The muffin has been consumed and we gain a measure of credibility in the battle of a parent "always" following through with a threat. David was six minutes short of three hours for the official record. I think he would have held out longer if it had been a prune. This was just a yummy cinnamon muffin after all. Freshly baked almost like Mom used to do it.
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You know--I bought a package of dried plums--aka prunes--just the other day, and I thought about my Mom AND Grandmother Denney telling me how good they were for me! Needless to say, I have been laughing hysterically about "the Husband's" musings about his childhood and parenting efforts with David. Bless his heart, David comes by his stubbornness genetically. One of the family's most famous "see if I can hold out before I eat this" stories is at the expense of my brother, Steve. The entire family was sent to watch a drive in movie while my Dad enforced the family policy to try a bite of everything on your plate with brother Steve. To this day, none of us know all that happened, but you can bet that Steve complied in one way or another with the family policy!!
The stubborn bread likes and dislikes must be a preschool aged boy thing. Cole's the same way. He loves tortillas, certain rolls and muffins but won't touch regular bread, a cinnamon roll or a croissant. I remember my dad saying that if we didn't eat some of our dinner he'd just wrap it up and stick it in the fridge for breakfast the next day, and continue for all meals until we ate some.
Oh my gosh - I am rolling on the floor laughing! I am so thankful my parents didn't make me eat things I didn't want to - or I might have tied David's time! ha ha!
Wendy
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