

Kids are funny little beings, especially when it comes to their food. Parents of fussy kids get me. I can hear the nodding from where I am.
There is nothing worse than having a fussy eater, and while lots of professionals are quick to label it ‘just a phase’, it can be tough when you’re the one responsible for serving up something each and every night.
My first born was always that way. I’d offer up a nutritious meal, and he would turn his nose up at it. All he wanted was pasta or cheese sandwiches. It drove me crazy because I knew he needed a proper diet, but I had images of the poor thing getting scurvy, and me standing in the doctor’s waiting room, trying to explain what a battleground dinner time was.
