I lie. I lie a lot. And I lie often. I lie about food. Ten years as mom to Mister-Picky-Eater will do that to you, make you choose between your morality - or your sanity.
In this morning's breaking news...
Jed: Mom, what's for breakfast?
Me: Fish with taosi.
Jed: Bleh!
Me: Oh, my mistake. It's chicken with taosi.
Jed: Chicken is okay. What's taosi?
Me: Grapes.
(silence while I hold my breath and shoot a prayer to the miserly god of picky eaters)
Jed: Okay. Let's eat.
Because, Mr. Shakespeare, while a rose by any other name will smell just as sweet, little boys will only eat fish & black beans if they think it's chicken & grapes.
And we lived happily-ever-after... (or so I'd like to think.)
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