I just spent all my blogging time advising my brother on all the ins and outs of selling a house For Sale by Owner (so exciting!), so this is going to be brief.
The radio positively assured me that if I let my boys take ownership of the family meal by helping me cook that they would eat the food. And so, with great trepidation, I let them not only watch me make the dinner, but also pick up the utensils and stir.
After they helped me serve their food onto their own plates and we sat down, everything magically…stayed the same. Salty ate his food (letting him be the boss of whether he eats or not has really been transformative), and Peppers burst into tears of anguish at the mere suggestion that he take a bite.
Thanks for nothing, NPR.