The Picky Eater Returns...

"Hot potato! Hot potato!" Ife whined. The evening meal consisted of noodles, tomatoes, frozen peas, and tofu. There were no hot potatoes, not one. On the theory that Ife's picky eating was testing our boundaries we decided to hold strong. I said, "I am not feeding a fussy baby, only a grateful one." We turned his chair around so he can look out of the window and cry out his expectation of hot potatoes. After a good cry we turned his chair back around to the table and he ate!