Have I mentioned that my kids used to be picky eaters? I suppose they are still fairly picky, but in order to make sure that they don’t grow up to be that one guy who only eats chicken breasts, cheese pizza, plain hamburgers and grilled cheese sandwiches on white bread* we have a rule about trying things.
The rule is that each and every night they have to try something that they don’t already eat. They have to take one bite for every year of their lives. We have just graduated to five bites of their “trying thing” each night.
That was kind of a long way to go just to set up a one second story that proves that I still have the maturity level of a twelve year old boy.
After a play date with his new best friend, Ian decided that he wanted to try kiwi.
I like kiwi, but I have never before purchased and cut up whole kiwis. I’m not sure what my deal is, but I don’t cut up fruit. I have nothing against it. I just never do it. A really good way to make sure a perfectly good melon rots is to give it to me whole. Even when I had those crazy pineapple cravings when I was pregnant I would buy whole pineapples four times a week**, but unless Gabe cut them up for me (which he did because he loves me and also probably because I was extraordinarily moody and everything either made me cry or vomit – but I was gestating two people so you have to cut me some slack) they would just rot on the counter.
I am standing in the kitchen with this little brown kiwi and I know that when I eat kiwi there is no brown present.***
So I yell “Hey Gabe! How do you do a kiwi?”
And as if he has been waiting his entire life for this opportunity he strolls into the kitchen and says:
“Well first you have to go to New Zealand…”
This man is my soul mate.
*Full disclosure – neither of my kids will eat macaroni an cheese, Claudia won’t eat pizza, Ian won’t eat grilled cheese sandwiches and we tried to make them eat non-nugget chicken yesterday and they agreed it was the worst day of their entire lives.
** Only a slight exaggeration. In my second trimester I wound eat an entire whole fresh pineapple in two days. I did this every two days for at least two months. It was sick. I ate pineapple and Count Chocula like they were being discontinued. To the best of my knowledge they still grow pineapples, but I never see Count Chocula anymore.
*** Gabe says you can eat the skin. Is that true?
*** I said “brown present”. Heh.