http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/TwinZebra/26674 I thoroughly enjoy my brief window of being all but worshipped by my children. I am all powerful, capable of righting any wrong and healing any wound. I remember the exact moment I lost this magic sense of wonder about my father. I was maybe 7 or 8, and some small appliance had broken and he couldn't fix it. My dad was pretty handy, and up until that moment I thought he could fix anything. When he threw up his hands on this project, I blinked with disbelief. Could it be he was...gasp!...merely human? Capable of failure?&nbsp; The revelation was genuinely shocking. But my 3-year-old still thinks I am so much more than I am. At lunch the other day, he protested the meal of the day. It was nasty, he declared, and folded his arms over the bowl. &quot;No it's not,&quot; I said. &quot;Eat.&quot; J. shook his head emphatically. &quot;It is,&quot; he insisted. &quot;Look.&quot; He proceeded to shovel a bite into his mouth, screwed up his face in disgust, and then looked at me, palms up and shoulders shrugged.&nbsp; &quot;See?&quot; &quot;It's fine and I want you to eat your lunch,&quot; I said. J. was incredulous. &quot;No, look!&quot; he said, and took another bite, then shuddered. &quot;See?&quot; It took me a minute to realize J. was certain he had proved his point because he thought I could taste what he was chewing. Surely if he was grossed out by what was in his mouth, I must somehow have been able to psychicly connect to his tastebuds to feel what he felt and taste what he tasted. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I don't have that particular psychic mom vibe. I do, however, have a soft heart, so I gave him an apple and excused him from the table. &nbsp; I thoroughly enjoy my brief window of being all but worshipped by my children. I am all powerful, capable of righting any wrong and healing any wound. I remember the exact moment I lost this magic sense of wonder about my father. I was maybe 7 or 8, and some small appliance had broken and he couldn't fix it. My dad was pretty handy, and up until that moment I thought he could fix anything. When he threw up his hands on this project, I blinked with disbelief. Could it be he was...gasp!...merely human? Capable of failure?&nbsp; The revelation was genuinely shocking. But my 3-year-old still thinks I am so much more than I am. At lunch the other day, he protested the meal of the day. It was nasty, he declared, and folded his arms over the bowl. &quot;No it's not,&quot; I said. &quot;Eat.&quot; J. shook his head emphatically. &quot;It is,&quot; he insisted. &quot;Look.&quot; He proceeded to shovel a bite into his mouth, screwed up his face in disgust, and then looked at me, palms up and shoulders shrugged.&nbsp; &quot;See?&quot; &quot;It's fine and I want you to eat your lunch,&quot; I said. J. was incredulous. &quot;No, look!&quot; he said, and took another bite, then shuddered. &quot;See?&quot; It took me a minute to realize J. was certain he had proved his point because he thought I could taste what he was chewing. Surely if he was grossed out by what was in his mouth, I must somehow have been able to psychicly connect to his tastebuds to feel what he felt and taste what he tasted. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I don't have that particular psychic mom vibe. I do, however, have a soft heart, so I gave him an apple and excused him from the table. &nbsp; en-us <p>oh mercy!! it starts!!&nbsp; egads, i'm still fighting the battle of the picky eater.&nbsp; just today, my 4 and a half year old threw himself down on the floor and told me he was going to die if i made him eat CHOCOLATE AND CARAMEL chex.&nbsp; hello!!</p> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/TwinZebra/26674/#c_238268 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/TwinZebra/26674/#c_238268 <p>oh mercy!! it starts!!&nbsp; egads, i'm still fighting the battle of the picky eater.&nbsp; just today, my 4 and a half year old threw himself down on the floor and told me he was going to die if i made him eat CHOCOLATE AND CARAMEL chex.&nbsp; hello!!</p> <p>i remember my mom telling us one morning that we couldn't leave the table until we finished our oatmeal...only we didn't eat oatmeal., never had. so i'm not sure why she decided to pick this particular battle this particular morning. eventually she succummed. it was either that or we were going to miss the school bus. LOL! i despise oatmeal to this day. the texture is unbearable to me.</p> <br /> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/TwinZebra/26674/#c_238313 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/TwinZebra/26674/#c_238313 <p>i remember my mom telling us one morning that we couldn't leave the table until we finished our oatmeal...only we didn't eat oatmeal., never had. so i'm not sure why she decided to pick this particular battle this particular morning. eventually she succummed. it was either that or we were going to miss the school bus. LOL! i despise oatmeal to this day. the texture is unbearable to me.</p> <br /> <p>yeah, I don't know what you gave J for lunch, but it was awful.&nbsp; I could taste it as I read your post.&nbsp; :)&nbsp;</p> <p>Our kiddo isn't a picky eater, so when she doesn't like something, we usually let it slide.&nbsp; She eats, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, all fruits, whole wheat anything, so we count ourselves lucky.</p> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/TwinZebra/26674/#c_239592 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/TwinZebra/26674/#c_239592 <p>yeah, I don't know what you gave J for lunch, but it was awful.&nbsp; I could taste it as I read your post.&nbsp; :)&nbsp;</p> <p>Our kiddo isn't a picky eater, so when she doesn't like something, we usually let it slide.&nbsp; She eats, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, all fruits, whole wheat anything, so we count ourselves lucky.</p>