My 3 yr old, whom I affectionately call The Kraken, he does not eat food. He eats souls.
No, there isn't a typo. The list of food he likes consists of nothing. Zero. He doesn't want anything for dinner because he doesn't like chicken, tacos, broccoli, noodles, chili, BBQ, ham and cheese subs, chicken nuggets, pizza, salad or a pasta dish.
He'd like some "macaroni and stinky cheese" for snack though. So we have that going for us.
Except for the fact that when I made macaroni and cheese for lunch this past weekend, he didn't like it. Which is awesome since I have 8 more boxes of it because I shop at Costco with my 3 kids in my minivan.
I was telling a friend that this is how dinner would play out tonight: Titan and I will eat all of our food. Ronan will cry. Atlas will throw most of it on the floor. Which is exactly what happened. But what really threw me for a loop is when The Kraken asked if he could lick Atlas's dinner off of the floor. I said no. But maybe from now on I'll just let him sit under the kitchen table and I'll throw food into his mouth when he comes up for air.
The end.
#wheresthewine?
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