So, tonight's dinner was a smorgasbord of rejection. A dinner typical of my toddler.
Here is how it went:
I asked my son if he wanted a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. It was just the two of us at home tonight, so we were going light and easy on the cooking. He said yes.
I made us both grilled cheese sandwiches. I ate mine. He took 4 or 5 bites of his and then starting spitting out each subsequent bite onto the table.
He said he wanted crackers. I asked if he wanted peanut butter on them. He said yes.
So, I gave him whole wheat crackers with peanut butter smeared in between. He ate two bites and said he didn't want any more.
He told me he wanted yogurt instead. I get the yogurt. I open the yogurt. I stir the yogurt. He refuses to take even one bite and instead dumps it out on the table.
Then he asks me for apples. He has been on a big apple slice kick lately. So, I get an apple. I slice it up. I give him the slices. He takes one bite and spits it out on the floor.