My kid doesn’t eat crusts. I have a kid who doesn’t eat crusts.
This may not seem unusual to many parents, but to me it is. I never had this issue as a kid (growing up in Switzerland where the bread we used to eat had thick, dark crusts on them which were a favorite amongst children).
DH thinks that Ben is just normal. Whatever….it’s a lot of bread that goes to waste in my mind. In the picture above which I took today at lunch, he clearly didn’t eat more than just the crusts; he practically left half the sandwich on his plate.
Andrea wrote about this in her own blog (more than once, even), and I’m getting closer to the point where I may follow some of the tips. Trouble is, I don’t know if cutting the crusts off prior to eating will result in a waste-free sandwich…
This brings forth the next challenge, so prevalent amongst North America kids: picky eaters.
I have a very rigid, European attitude when it comes to picky-ness in food – I think it’s the parents who are too quick to accommodate, too lenient on selective eating. I am not this way. And I always have enough of a choice at mealtimes that if someone doesn’t like one part of it, there are plenty of other choices they can make to satisfy themselves.
If it was up to me, I would let that kid go hungry way more often than we do now…it’s a delicate balancing act, this food-eating thing. DH and I agree most of the time on how we handle the ever-changing picky food choices (for 4 years he loved roasted potatoes, now he says he can’t stomach them), but sometimes we take the easy way out. Sometimes I get a look from DH that indicates he’d rather have quiet than some noisy protest which will last for the foreseeable evening and set the tone for the rest of the night…Sometimes, I shrug it off and do it my way anyway. And sometimes, most times actually, we work together to get him to either eat or not eat and realize that this is it for food, hungry or not.
Seems we are not alone. Quick chats with other parents at recreational activity drop-offs reveal all kinds of similar behaviour in 5, 6 year old boys.
Makes me laugh.
But eating the crusts? I’d be fighting that battle all alone.