So my normal routine for dinner is to get feedback from the kids on what sounds good. They NEVER agree on what sounds good and they have very different taste in food for the most part. So grandma suggested I choose what I make for dinner and they can eat it or starve. If they are hungry enough they will eat food they dont care for just like we all did when we were kids. Usually they say they dont like it without even trying it. So this week I'm cooking something every day and I'm choosing. Sunday night I made orange chicken and white rice. Austin loves that and Kortne doesn't mind it so there wasn't any issues. Monday night I cooked Yakisoba noodles with checken and vegies mixed in. Kort loves this kind of food but Austin, not so much. The whole time I was making it he was sitting at the counter saying how much he hates yakisoba noodles and he wasn't going to eat it. I just told him that he can eat it or starve. I set the table, got the milk poored, noodles on all our plates and we sat down to eat. Austin sat in his chair, and within a few seconds got up and said I'm done. I just let him go, but reminded him that this was dinner and there would be no snacking so if he was hungry he needed to sit and eat. He said ok and went into the front room. A few minutes of pouting didn't accomplish anything for him so he came back and sat in his chair and started to eat, with a tude. The first bite was ok, the second bite he got a chicken piece and it was yummy. "Dad, this is good" he says. Can I have more chicken? He ate every bit of yakisoba on his plate and he liked it.
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