A little back story. My son, the lovely Mattison, 8 years old, our first born, stubborn as a mule. He won’t eat meat. No chicken, no beef, no fish (even though it’s forbidden in the house), no pork. The only thing he’ll eat that even remotely resembles meat is pepperoni – can you even classify that as meat? Our pediatrician (who we no longer see for other reasons) told us, “oh he’ll grow out of it”….that was 7 1/2 years ago. Our current pediatrician said, “yep, he’ll grow out of it.” …that was 2 years ago. A few months ago we once again told her, HE’S NOT GROWING OUT OF IT! She tells us fine, put your foot down, don’t cater to his wants, either he eats what you make for dinner or goes to bed hungry.
We gave her idea a shot and went to bed a few too many times without food for my comfort. Then came our ‘plan’. Bribery.
This is what a lost bet looks like.
The other night I made this scrumptious little chicken pot pie bake for dinner. Being the stubborn kid he is wouldn’t touch any of it because the chicken had touched it. My husband, full well knowing there’s nothing on this Earth that could make this kid eat meat made a bet with the odds in his favor.
Mattison, if you eat one piece of chicken, I’ll take you to K-Mart right now and buy you that skateboard you’ve been begging for.
This kid’s eyes lit up so bright you’d swear they were radioactive. After a little fussing and a trip to his bedroom, the bet was off, my husband had won, but really, is there a winner when you’re kid goes to bed hungry? Not 5 minutes later he comes out of his room with a smile and tells me he’ll eat the chicken. Shocked by his change of heart I just knew there had to be some kind of trick up his sleeve. But…I can’t be fooled. I was the pickiest eater and had all the tricks – spit in the napkin, take a huge bite and go to the bathroom and spit it out, hide it under the table, you name it I did it to avoid food.
I set the timer to 5 minutes and off he went, nibbling bite after bite of the chicken chunk. No gagging noises, no crying, no puking at the table. I was SHOCKED! When I asked him why he could eat it this time without puking – unlike so many times in the past….his response? “I told myself in my head I would like it.”
And now he’s the brand new owner of this skateboarding death contraption.
I have a feeling my husband won’t be making anymore dinner bets.