I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m raising a picky eater… But… I’m raising a picky eater.
I mean, she eats all kinds of foods. It’s the QUALITY she’s picky about. Most recent prime example:
A few mornings ago I was getting the girls up and ready for the day. As I was changing Jamie, Ellie headed downstairs without me. I didn’t really pay attention to what she was doing because a.) usually she just grabs the iPad and sits on the couch, and b.) I was going to be down there in like 2 minutes.
A few minutes later, she met me halfway up the stairs with a completely peeled banana in her hands.
“Mommy! This one doesn’t have a bruise! I’m gonna eat it!”
I was pleased that she had gotten her own breakfast, because I was running semi-late.
Until I got downstairs and realized that there were THREE completely peeled bananas sitting on the couch. All with bruises.
Now I know what she meant by “this one doesn’t have a bruise“… Picky betch!
