A few nights ago, I made a chicken casserole (a particular recipe I'd never made before) and broccoli (Grayson's least favorite vegetable). This was our conversation after he finished.
Grayson: Mommy, dinner was disgusting tonight.
Me: Well, you cleaned your plate.
Grayson: It was what you gave me for dinner, I was hungry, and I knew you weren't going to give me anything else.
HAHAHA! Funny, but I felt a little victorious. Being a short order cook doesn't help anyone in the long run. (We also had a reminder conversation about dinner etiquette and rudeness for calling my meal "disgusting.")
Grayson had a baseball game last night, and Harper is often very tempted by the concession stand food/snacks that are being sold. I let her know before we left for the game that we wouldn't be buying anything, but she was welcome to take a snack from home. She picked a banana. She begged me to take a picture of her eating it (I was taking pics of Grayson's game). What a nut.
On a side note, the director of food services for our school system provided me with nutritional information on the food being served. I am very appreciative! I'll blog more on my findings in the next few days.