Roger was a picky eater when he was a kid. I was not.
He still is a picky eater to an extent, but he gets to decide what he eats. That is not quite the case for Rachel, my head strong picky-eating-four -year-old-niece. I think that she is lucky to still be alive when I realize what she will eat.
Noodles
Cheese
That is about it.
I thought it might help her try something new if she got to make it. So we had pizza night. Two kinds of cheese, olives, onions, pineapple, ham, peperoni, peppers, mushrooms and hot dogs. With all that variety, she was sure to eat something, right? Wrong.
So I guess I can add that to the list of things that she will eat. My pizza, on the other hand, was eaten completely, mushrooms and all.
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