And learning to like things is best done through encouragement and support rather than rubbing their face in it.
Also whose gf are we passing round?
I never said it wasn't. I never said don't encourage the kid to eat. I never said don't ask nicely the kid to eat his veggies. I never said to more sternly direct the kid to eat their veggies. I never said to give a warning to the kid, that they
will eat their veggies. Or a final warning that they're going to be eating those veggies, or wearing them.
It's when you've done all that, and the kid thinks they're going to pull a power trip on you and get you to bend to their will. Guess what? They ain't. They're going to wearing those veggies, scraping them off their face, and then eating them. And, if they still don't want to eat them, and continue to trip, no problem! Guess what's for breakfast!?!? That's right, previously worn on face veggies!!! Yay!!!
At no F'ing time should a kid ever think they're running things. Ever. That doesn't mean you don't cook things they'll like, or do things they like, or give them passes if they're having just a particularly hard night. I've kid sat
plenty of my cousins. Guess what? The parents that kowtowed to their kids, their kids ate what the F I put on the table that night for dinner. Given they weren't mine, 'eat it or wear it' wasn't an option. So the kid just sat there for 3 hours until their plate was clean. Magically, after they realized they weren't winning this, like they
always did with their parents,
they were somehow able to eat their dinner and live. Amazing. Even more "amazing", was their parents were shocked they ate what I served.
They were so scarred from this treatment, they're all in good colleges now making good grades. Again, The Horror....