Our children didn't inherit their father's willingness to eat most foods. Our eldest prefers foods to not touch each other, which I think was inherited from my father. Our middle child lives on peanut butter and jelly, tacos, apples, wheat thins, cheese, and baked goods. Probably in that order.
Our youngest, age eleven and two-thirds, is afraid of vegetables. Or something.
I know this, but it's really not my fault that some spaghetti sauces contain actual chunks of tomatoes and/or onions. I thought I was a step ahead of the game today when I provided a tiny bowl alongside his actual bowl of elbow macaroni, ground beef, mozzarella cheese, "shakey cheese" and spaghetti sauce.
"Here's a bowl for you to put your tomatoes in."
"How many will there be?"
"I have no idea. The other option is you could eat them but-"
"GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
"-as you think it would kill you..."
Then, a few minutes later as he laments getting sauce on his fingers:
"You could use your fork instead of your fingers. Are you afraid they will contaminate your fork?"
"Whaddaya mean 'I'm afraid'?! IT WILL!"
I can just envision all of my grandparents shaking their heads. I don't know what I ever did to deserve These People...
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My food must never touch either. Unless it's supposed to touch, then it can touch....for example.....mashed potatoes and gravy must touch.....and green beans and bacon.....and brats and green peppers/onions.....and buttered bread dipped in the spaghetti sauce...and I'm sure there are a gazillion other foods that are allowed to touch, but I haven't enough time to type them all!!!
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