{"id":97,"date":"2005-11-14T12:20:42","date_gmt":"2005-11-14T12:20:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2005\/11\/14\/vege-trouble\/"},"modified":"2005-11-14T12:20:42","modified_gmt":"2005-11-14T12:20:42","slug":"vege-trouble","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2005\/11\/14\/vege-trouble\/","title":{"rendered":"Vege-trouble"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What is it about kids and vegetables? I understand not liking brussel sprouts, but raw carrots? Who doesn&#8217;t like those?<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a portion of a typical dinner conversation at our house.<\/p>\n<p>I remind C that he has to eat his vegetables. &quot;The doctor said you have to have two bites. Remember? Two bites.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>C nods &quot;Yup. Two bites. That&#8217;s okay. I&#8217;m eating my macaroni and cheese now.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>The meal continues with variations on this excuse until nothing is left by vegetables &#8211; in this case, raw baby carrots. C pushes his plate away &quot;That&#8217;s it. I&#8217;m done!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;No, you still have to eat your carrots&quot;, I say, pushing his plate back towards him.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;No. That&#8217;s okay. <a title=\"happy happy\" href=\"\/index.php?p=77&#038;phpMyAdmin=y7-wyFW16QINBVwSxwbVWn-cg16\">I&#8217;m happy<\/a>. I don&#8217;t need to eat my carrots.&quot; He smiles to prove his happiness.<\/p>\n<p>Yes. Yes, you do.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Umm&#8230; okay. I&#8217;m just going to sit here for a while.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Remember the doctor? She said you have to eat at least two bites. Right?&quot; Really, that was the best thing his doctor ever did for us.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;That&#8217;s okay. I&#8217;m just hanging out. That&#8217;s all. I&#8217;m just hanging out.&quot; He crosses his arms and looks around like&#8230; well, like he&#8217;s just hanging out. Where he learned this one, I have no idea.<\/p>\n<p>I start clearing the table. &quot;You have to eat your carrots. Two carrots.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Umm&#8230; How about dessert? Ice cream? Please?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>His little brother perks up at this, &quot;Cream! Cream? Cream!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>I understand his strategy here &#8211; trying to get his brother on his side &#8211; but it always backfires. I fix two bowls of ice cream. I put one in front of N and the other on the counter where C can see it but not reach it.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Okay, you can have some ice cream &#8211; after you finish your vegetables.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Awww&#8230;.man!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Two carrots. You have to eat two carrots.&quot; It&#8217;s in the daddy manual: when all else fails, repeat yourself.<\/p>\n<p>A carrot &quot;accidentally&quot; falls to the floor: &quot;Oh no! It fell on the floor! It&#8217;s all dirty now. Oh well. Too bad. Ice cream now?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>This trick got old some time ago. I pick up the carrots, brush them off, and put them back on his plate. &quot;Don&#8217;t you want some ice cream?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>This is the cue that means I&#8217;m about to throw out his ice cream, and he recognizes it. He takes two &quot;bites&quot; of the carrots &#8211; bites that are so small they just scrape some of the skin off the tip of the baby carrot.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Nope. The whole thing.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>With big sigh, he eats the carrots one after the other, chomping them down in seconds. Then he nods wisely. &quot;Two bites, daddy. Two bites.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s about ten minutes of arguing for twenty seconds of chewing. I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;m winning these battles.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What is it about kids and vegetables? I understand not liking brussel sprouts, but raw carrots? 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