The War for Dinner

Posted On May 6, 2008

Filed under frustration, The Tyrant

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The Tyrant is a very picky eater. She won’t eat potatoes, “crunchy” chicken or just about anything healthy. The new thing is to call someone like her a “choosey-eater” but lets be honest, she is just plain picky.

I decided to try something new this past Saturday. All the parent books and web sites say “Get a choosey-eater to help pick out dinner and they will eat.” So, I said to her, “What kind of chicken would you like to eat? And what sides?” She chose BBQ chicken, Mexican Rice and Corn. (I know wierd combo but it was an experiment.)

The entire time that I am cooking she asks “Is it done yet? I am starving.” Each time I smile and say “Just a few more minutes, baby.” When we finally sit down to eat, she looks at her dish and declares “I am not very hungry.” Bear and I just look at each other. KK aka The Mother Hen says, “You were just straving, why don’t you give it a try?” The Tyrants takes one bit of the chicken and says “Its too spicy!” The Show, blinks and shouts “You wanted BBQ! We always have this BBQ and you have loved it every time! Geez!” I suddenly get visions in my head of the old Bugs Bunny cartoons.. Of course you realize, this means war!

The Tyrant stands up, “NO, I DIDN’T! WE NEVER HAD THIS! YOU ARE LYING! I HATE YOU!” We all stare at her for a moment, which is a fatal mistake. “YOU GUYS ALWAYS PICK DINNER! YOU NEVER LET ME PICK! THAT IS WHY I HATE IT!” The Mother Hen sighed deeply. She very calmly stood up, took the Tyrant’s plate to the sink and rinsed off the chicken. She walks back and sets the plate back down. The Tyrant looks at her plate and decides to nibble at a piece of chicken.

This is where it got crazy. She spit out the chicken and screamed “THANKS A LOT!! NOW ITS ALL WATERY!” Bear couldn’t stand it any more and tapped his fork off the side of her plate to get her attention. That is when the tears started… She started crying “She ruined my dinner! Why am I in trouble!!?” Bear looked at her and said “You need to eat your dinner. You said it was too spicy and she cleaned it off. You are lucky because I wouldn’t have done that. You are going to sit here until you eat or you are just going ot go hungry.” So, for the rest of the dinner we listen to the Tyrant cry.

Forty-five minutes later, her plate has gone cold and Bear has lost all patience with her. “Fine, if you aren’t going to eat, you need to clean your plate and put it in the sink.” She gets up and does just that. As soon as she sets the plate down, she declares “I was going to eat it and now I can’t! Now, I am going to have to be hungry!” Bear, in his best Dad voice, says “THAT IS IT! I have had enough, go to your room!” Sniffling as she goes, “I just wanted to eat my dinner!”

So, to all those lovely parent books and websites, I say CRAM IT!

3 Responses to “The War for Dinner”


    I’m going to have to try that whole tapping-the-fork-on-the-edge-of-the-plate thing. Of course, my boys would have to be at the table for it to have the desired effect, and not roaming the downstairs like junkyard dogs.

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