I'd like for each and every one of you to make a solemn vow. Please, please do not tell Mr. Picky that Danonino is actually yogurt. He ate one, and liked it, but I know that if he knew it was yogurt, he'd never eat it again. He hates yogurt!
How do I know this? He used to like tomato soup. As long as it was called ketchup soup, it was delicious. As soon as it was unveiled as actually containing a tomato, it was disgusting, and never touched again. It could happen again!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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Popping over to wish you fun in Chicago! ;o) And I didn't realize you were adopting--that is so awesome!!
Now on topic--I've got myself a variety of picky eaters too--Isabella is anti-American cheese and doesn't want it mixed or melted or on anything. Weirdo. ;o)
Oh no! I hate it when they do that!
Your secret is safe with me! We called many foods "pizza" when J was younger. However, he was on to us by the time he turned 2.
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