How the hell do they know????

In general, Parker is not a terribly picky eater. Strangely, he doesn't like normal kid things Mac and Cheese or Pizza, but he'll eat fish, veggies, and other things fairly easily. His favorite meal is breakfast, which I respect, so lunches and dinners are often very light. I think he takes after his cousin Oliver in this way.

Anyway, tonight, Michael was working out late so I did dinner alone and just stir-fried up this Trader Joe's pasta, chicken and veggie thing. It had all the ingredients that he would eat and it looked totally normal, but as soon as he came to the table, he started making his unhappy sounds, announcing he didn't like this dinner. After I tried Mom's trick of saying, I don't want to talk about it and he kept making sad crying sounds, I asked him what the problem was. He said he didn't want dinner out of a bowl and asked for a plate. So I dumped his food on a plate and surprise, surprise, he still didn't eat it. Turns out, the delicious sauce that made the meal edible to me was the exact thing that made it gross to him. It was essentially garlic and butter and cheese and despite the fact that he likes butter and cheese, the sauciness of the entree was just too much for him.

He literally wasn't going to eat anything so I gave him some plain pasta which he ate happily.

Mom...I'm so sorry I was a picky eater. Thank you for not giving me sandwiches all those years and my apologies for not liking rare meat.