Desperate to up kiddo’s food game? This Father’s Day, hear from a dad who’s been there.
Dear Dad of a picky eater,
Here’s the deal — I’m really into food. Love to cook it, love to eat it. So, of course, I assumed my son — my own flesh and blood — would love it, too.
I imagined his favorite food would be something awesome. Like short ribs. Turns out his favorite food was ketchup. Ketchup.
Around age three, I started to worry. Not just about nutrition and all that, but about his quality of life. Because there’s so much more to life than string cheese and ketchup.
I tried everything. I offered every kind of food cut into every kind of shape. And then one night, he reaches over his bowl of buttered noodles, takes a piece of my salmon, eats it, and asks for more. I mean, I still couldn’t get him to eat the green beans, but it was a step in the right direction.
So here’s what I’ve learned: When you’re dealing with a toddler, you gotta stick it out. Gotta keep at it. Because, one day, they’ll surprise you. They might even steal your salmon. And leave you with nice cold bowl of buttered noodles.