Last night I served a wonderfully well-balanced dinner to my children. Beef tacos with a side of beans, topped with avocado, cheese, tomato, lettuce, olives and green onions. Dessert was grapes and oranges and a glass of milk rounded out the fabulous meal.
Pete finished his beef and cheese taco and initially rejected anything green, but was later successfully tricked into eating them when Ryan wrapped up the veggies inside a soft taco with extra cheese. He happily ate all the grapes but turned up his nose at the oranges because apparently only clementines are acceptable and navels are yucky oranges.
Chester, still recovering from the mongolian death flu, was slightly more picky. Beef? No thank you. Cheese? Maybe a little. Veggies? Hell no. Olives? He ate the entire can! Knowing his sensitive tummy, I would be in for a mess later, but at least he ate something. Sigh. As I was cleaning, he was throwing the remaining food on the floor for the doggies. I turned to load the dishwasher and when I turned back, I saw he had leaned forward and grabbed the brick of colby-jack off the table and was gnawing on it like a popsicle! For those of you unfamiliar with the effect of massive amounts of cheese on a small child's digestive tract, let's just say it slows things down. I served him the rest of Pete's snubbed navel orange (which causes explosive blowouts) to counteract the cheese and called it a night. I guess in one sense, Chester did have a well-balanced dinner.