Thursday, July 29, 2010

Just One Bite

After reading your suggestions following my Lessons in Lunch post, I felt confident I could get Isaiah to start branching out and trying new things.  As it turns out, old habits die hard. 

Isaiah had eaten absolutely nothing for dinner and was trying to tell me he was all done.  I scraped everything off his plate except for one bite of chicken.  I told him he had to at least try one bite of chicken before he would be excused.  It's not like I was trying to get him to eat brussel sprouts, eggplant, or deep fried liver.  It was chicken

Two hours later, Isaiah was still sitting at the table.  Screaming his bloody head off.

I gave him this choice:  Eat the chicken or go to bed.  He chose bed.  We went potty, put on PJs, and he climbed up into 7:00 pm.  It was at that moment that Daddy returned home from his business trip.  I filled him in on what had transpired, so he went in to have a talk with his boy. 

A couple minutes later, Isaiah emerged from his room and popped the chicken in his mouth.

He spit it back out, but at this point I didn't care.  I praised him for actually trying it and he got to play with Daddy until his real bedtime.

I'm at a loss here.  Did I play this one right or was I giving out cruel and unusual punishment?  Was it right to finally let it go at the end?  I welcome your comments!

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