Millie just cooked up some food for Chris and me in her play kitchen. (Sidenote: a free play kitchen is the best thing that's happened to our house in the last while.)
She served up oatmeal with brown sugar and dates. And blueberry kefir to drink. Any guesses as to what was for breakfast this morning? I'll give you a hint: it wasn't Pop Tarts.
I'm a firm believer that kids eat what you feed them. Not that they'll eat and like everything, but they're 100% more likely to eat food that is on their plate than things that aren't. Millie has started showing some toddler independence. "Me not like mango!" after she's eaten 1/3 of one, picking spinach off her sandwich, etc. We tell her that she doesn't have to eat it, but she does have to leave it on her plate. And after she forgets she doesn't like it, she often eats it.
All of this is self-serving. I much prefer pretend oatmeal to a constant diet of pretend chicken nuggets, pizza or mac and cheese.
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