IF THIS SOUNDS LIKE YOU, VISIT WWW.KIDSHEALTH.ORG
She wants macaroni.
I offer corn.
She wants a corn dog.
I offer green beans.
My hair will fall out before she eats what I want her to. Her teeth will fall out if she eats what she wants to.
She laughs from her perch at the kitchen bar. I sigh. She grins and points to the pop tarts. I silently curse her daddy for bringing those home.
Only if it's fried with ketchup.
She lowers her head and eyeballs me.
I put my hands on the counter and eyeball her right back.
Time to play hardball.
She wants a hamburger.
I have veggie burgers.