Nothing like a kid to make us feel really good about ourselves...

For dinner tonight, we had chicken pot pie. It was simple--nothing too weird or fancy--just chicken, cream of chicken soup, mixed veggies, and pie crust. Based on Boden's reaction, you would have thought I was feeding him sheep brains breaded with dried worms and covered in a bird poo and booger sauce. Initially, he was planning on just eating grape tomatoes and cucumbers for dinner. In solidarity with the mothers of the world, I tried to shame him into taking four bites by letting him know how hard I had worked on it, how sad I would be if he didn't eat it, and how I am never cooking for him again if he doesn't try it. No luck. Alex then resorted to the sure fire way of making him eat--bribery. Please, nobody model your parenting strategies after us. But the promise of mint chocolate chip ice cream got him to eat four bites. It still wasn't pretty, though. He would take a bite, gag a little in his mouth, and then painfully swallow some of it, before running to the sink to spit the rest out. And Alex wonders why I don't like to cook...