Filed under: Food I Make, Random Foodie Thoughts | Tags: food, life, living with a picky eater
For his ninth birthday, Mr. Picky’s birthday breakfast consisted of two slices of buttered toast, one bowl of Cheerios with milk on the side, and two chocolate chip cookies. He placed his order the night before, and I baked the cookies after he went to bed. I made the rest before he woke the next morning which was his actual birthday.
I plated it, took it to him, and sang the birthday song to him solo.
He didn’t eat a bite.
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