My children are picky eaters. No, strike that, My two oldest boys are picky eaters.
Stuperman will eat anything. For example. Paint. Two days ago. Still having blue poop. It's actually a really nice shade.
How do other people deal with vegetable** hate?
Vegetables are nice. They sit patiently in the refrigerator and serenely let you carry them to a chopping block where they give their wee lives happily, just to make you healthy.
What's not to love about sacrifices like that? (And yes, should you sacrifice your self on a blue and red alter for me, I will immortalize you in my side bar. Right under "DumbAss")
If a vegetable is cooked, they hate it. They loathe it. They are sure steamed carrots are just a diabolical plan to overtake their minds and turn them into zombies. Or Amy. Don't ask me to explain that last one. It has something to do with Sonic.
In their esteemed opinions, cooked peas are only good for flicking at your brother. Or shoving up a nostril. However, come summer, they clear my garden of even the smallest pea pod. They even eat the shells.
Even french fries. Some fucktard* once told them while in the midst of a very trying episode of Eat your potatoes or so help me God, child, you will not turn five! that french fries are potatoes and you like those, so eat up or else.
Now neither of them like french fries. Yay.
While I am not some sort of kamikaze vegetable Nazi; I don't really care if they are cooked or raw, so long as they are eaten. It's just that... every so often I would just like to see some potatoes or corn go into them. Once a year even. Once decade?
How do I convince the Boys to love veggies?
Is there a vegetable version of love potion number nine?
Would it be OK to show them this?
**Also. I spelt vegetable wrong every single time I tried. Thank you spell check ;o)
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