Sunday, July 24, 2011
My son is 7, my daughter is 10. The girl follows in my footsteps, in that she loves veggies and cheese and all things savory. She'll eat ice cream and cake, but not too much, and often leaves most of the frosting if we have cake. "Too much for me!" she'll say.
Which is AWESOME. I love seeing her standing by the stove, eating roast cauliflower hot from the pan as though it were brownies.
But Simon? He's a little boy. Loves ice cream, popsicles, etc.
Thing is, he's very skinny. Healthy, wiry, strong, but just a little shrimp. So I thought I'd try to fatten him up just a bit (so he doesn't freeze when he swims). My husband bought some Nutella (a chocolate/hazelnut spread), which I won't touch. The thought of eating that on toast makes my eyes roll back in my head from sweetness. But I thought Simon would love it.
Last night, my hubs made paella for dinner,and I made a loaf of bread. Simon ate some, but didn't love it. Later in the evening, he asked for 'second dinner,' which is my way of encouraging him to think in terms of nutrition and not just snacky icecream/dessert food. Second dinner for him is often fruit and yogurt, or a peanut butter sandwich, or similar. I said sure, and I sliced a piece of homemade bread and put a thin layer of Nutella on it. I thought he'd lose his mind with excitement!
A few minutes later, he came to me in the kitchen, bread in hand, and said, "Mama? It's too sweet for me. Could I have a banana instead?\"
THUNK. The sound of my jaw hitting the floor.
I said 'no problem'! He threw away the bread, and happily went on his way with the banana. I said that if he was still hungry in a bit, he could have something else. He suggested bell pepper slices.
Could I be more proud? Doubtful, unless he also volunteered to vacuum.