Tonight I used a kid friendly recipe to try and sneak some veggies into my non-veggie eaters plate. It was chopped broccoli, rice and cheese. Literally each muffin had miniscule amounts of broccoli. Tee-nine-ee. Spent all night patting myself on my back for a nice mom moment.
Enter my 12 year old son from swim practice. My skinny, skinny little man swam about 2 miles tonight and will swim that tomorrow, and Thursday. On Friday he has a 500 yard race followed by a 200 IM (all 4 strokes). He then swims 5 races on Saturday and again on Sunday. Think a healthy meal or two just might be important this week.
He comes in and warms his plate and swaggers into the den where we are all sitting. Doofus. I knew immediately that he didn’t have the veggie muffin since there was no hyper-ventilating. Seems as if slick ricky had traded his veggie muffin for a blueberry muffin and thought no one would be the wiser. First mistake.
Second mistake. Breaking up the muffin thinking I would notice it if it was in several pieces versus one piece.
Third mistake…whining like a baby that it was nasty.
By now it has been an hour. Yes, an hour. Over 2 teeny pieces of broccoli. At this point it’s literally 3 bites. If I send him to bed without eating it then he’s won, right? So I buckle up and firm up and let him know I wasn’t playing around.
To get his attention I told him that if he wasn’t mature enough to eat something healthy then he wasn’t mature enough to have a phone. Still nothing. Now I’ve got to follow thru, right. So I tell him if he doesn’t eat in 5 minutes then he has to surrender his phone.
He gives up his cell phone thinking he is going to avoid eating the 2 teeny pieces of broccoli.
So we wait. I warn him that this is FB material. That ticks him off but not enough to eat.
An hour and a half later and now and litearlly one full bite remains on his plate.
It is now 10:10 and we are battling over 2 bites. I send him to bed, phoneless.
Anyone else think I may have an issue on my hands?