Mike and I really loathe anything mustard. Which works out well that we both feel that way. The only reason we have any in the house is for guests and I always have to check the expiration date before putting it out. My brother, on the other hand, puts it on anything and everything and in large quantities. Gross.
For lunch today Jackson asked for a hot dog with mustard. My first reaction is to wonder how he even knows what the stuff is! Then, I seriously doubt he'll actually eat a hot dog with mustard on it. I mean, he is SO SUSPICIOUS of EVERY FOOD it is ridiculous. Especially anything new. It has been an issue for a long time and a constant battle. So, I think there is no way he'll eat this new substance, and one so disgusting at that. I put a dab on his plate and make him taste it on his finger.
"Mmmm. Yummy. I like it, mommy"
I threaten that if I put it on a hot dog he had to actually eat the whole thing and I'm not about to make him anything else. Not a problem, he assures me. I am doubtful...
He loved it. And, I'm completely baffled. Then, a little hopeful that maybe we are turning a new leaf. I just told him that I was proud of him for trying something new. He paused and with a serious face said, "But, I don't like other new foods, ok?".
Darn. He's on to me.
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