Food is... tricky. It's hot, or cold. Yucky. Watery. Slimy. It has skin.
I hate mealtimes. They take ages. And make me feel hard all over, like I want to run away.
Saturday breakast is different. Easy. I bounce out of bed. Smile to the table.
Oh, no. My cornflakes taste wrong.
New mum is Strict. Doesn't matter if something tastes bad, you got to eat it anyway.
Grown-ups tut "so picky" and "so slow". I feel small. Tummy growls. The milk is lumpy. I eat another flake.
They sigh. "Why didn't you say the milk was off?!"
Off where?
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If you are interested in the story behind the story: this one is true and it happened to me! This is a memory that has stayed with me all my life. Picky kids aren't just being difficult, I swear. Most of us do grow out of it. This was a powerful life lesson for me, in the ways adults overlook children's perspectives and inadvertantly teach them not to listen to their body and their instincts. I'd never tasted off milk before. I had no idea that there was something wrong with it and the adults didn't know. Prior experience had taught me that if I said something tasted horrible I'd get shouted at and made to eat it anyway. Be kind to your kids, people!
My questions to you: Were you a picky eater as a child? Were your parents strict? What impact did that have on you? What are your food-based memories?
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This made me smile:) I’ve had my fair share of spoiled milk, thanks for sharing!
Thank you for writing this story! That had a very powerful message! I wasn't a picky eater but I was a very slow eater. I still have that trauma which in turn made me into a super faster eater. And nowwwww, they tell me to slow down. The audacity! Anyway, parents gotta stop telling kids to eat food even if they don't like the taste of it. I'm so sorry for your experience 🥺❤️
Lol, was the milk spoiled ? I was lucky my mom try to make breakfast that everyone would like
So relatable! I'm totally a picky eater, but so are my parents. I force my kid to always try new things so he doesn't end up with a toddler pallete like me
The punchline is perfect and doesn't detract from the message in any way. Nicely balanced L.C.!
My boy (he's two) won't eat his chicken or beef without dipping in ranch right now - what have we done! Nicely done here!
This is a very sad cautionary tale for parents. Thank you for sharing.
Yes - I was a terribly picky eater, and received a ton of criticism - now, not so picky, and it shows - but there are still some thing I still won't touch - like canned tuna - when I was a kid, my Mom tried to trick me with it by making a macaroni salad with tuna instead of chicken (creamy tuna Mac salad is a Midwest thing if you're not familiar - popular at potlucks, which I WON'T eat at!} anyway, like I wouldn't know???? The smell!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you. Your sour, lumpy words penetrated my eyes, transferred to my brain, leaked into my mouth, and I gagged. My stomach is considering joining the revolt. 😂 Good one, L.C. 😎
I feel the tummy ache coming on! Well done!
"In ten words or less describe what cornflakes mean to you....?" Sorry I had to! "Oh, no. My cornflakes taste wrong." Understatement of the year! Good Job!
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