QUOTE: >Called the wraps a 3 out of 5<

Who the f*ck do these little sh*ts think they are? Chef Ramsay?

This post made me want to slap my own kids upside the head!

Pizza wraps rolled into a tortilla sounds awesome BTW. I would like to try that!

This is what I do. If they say they don't like it they get a. Peanut butter sandwich and not the good peanut butter either. That is all. Trust me they will get tired of that real quick. Plus it will tell you want they really don't like after a while. It worked on my skids.

I am going through this drama with DD4 this past week. It is getting ridiculous. She is even refusing her favorite foods. She says she wants x or y or z and then eats one bite and says she is full. Then she comes back later wanting sweets. UGH!!!!!

My mom said it may be the heat but it is not that hot although one of the dogs has gone off his food too. (Unless I toss him DD's leftovers, then his appetite is fine).

I hope it is a phase that will leave soon!

I'm going to try that! We now eat grilled cheese and pepperoni sandwiches thanks to my nephew

what in gods name is it with kids and food now? sheesh.

i disengaged long ago from the whole food battle with the skids. but it used to thoroughly chap my ass!!!

it still grates my nerves (only on the inside!) when i hear "nah i dont want that." or they wrinkle their nose at something they've eaten a hundred times before.

growing up, if i truly hated a food, to eat it would make me puke. that's when i'd go make myself something else, or pick around what i couldnt eat. if someone's spent the time, effort, and money to cook you a meal that is edible, u freaking EAT IT. just because you'd prefer something else at that moment, does not mean that what was served to you is now trash. if daddy's cooked a damn tenderloin, but you're in the mood for mcdonalds, i'd say u eat the damn tenderloin. *sigh* but DH always caves...

that's why i totally let him handle anything and everything that has to do with food when they're here. i was raised a completely different way. u try everything that is served to you. if you really cannot eat it, fine. if it's just 'meh' and not really your preference, you STILL eat it cuz someone went out of their way for you.

*off soapbox* }:)

My son doesn't have to clean his plate, but he does have to eat the majority. If there's one thing he doesn't like he needs to at least eat two bites before he can politely opt out.

If he doesn't want to eat that's fine. His plate gets put in the microwave (to keep the cats and bugs off his food) and he can retrieve it when he's hungry. He gets no snacks until he eats his meal.

One of the few parental codes that DH and I both had upon getting together.

There is one rule for dinner:

"Eat it or F*cking Starve"

No substituting.
No snacking.
Next food/meal is breakfast.

Also applies to adults. I hate lima beans, DH loves them. When they are served, I eat them. (Safe bet the fact they are served means he cooked. Choking down a serving of lima beans is small payment for not having to cook myself).

DH hates spinich. It is my utter favorite veggie. He manages to choke it down too.

I only said the pb sandwich b/c it was a compromise with me and dh. But I put rules on it no jelly Ans they had to have water with it and they had to make it themselves.

I will tell you it only took a few weeks of that before they started earring what I made and if they truly didn't like it they would just go make a pb sandwich which wasn't as often as I figured it would be.

I go by the same standards as my dad, I cook it you eat it. You sit till you do that's what's for breakfast lunch and dinner if you don't. We know what the kids don't like and we don't force them to eat what they truly don't like. Example my ds has tried tuna, a variety of ways he hates it. If we have a tuna dish we supplement something else for him. But bullshit just asshole I just want anything but this/ you cooked nah you can eat or starve.

I have never understood the food wars that some people put on their kids. I understand not liking food and then someone trying to force you to eat it. If anyone did not like what I cooked, they were more than welcome to make a sandwich. And ONLY a sandwich. (Hell...there were a few times, I cooked something that I did not like. lol) They would not been allowed to eat the strawberries!

BUUUUT...This sounds like the skids are just being little jerks to YOU.

I would tell DH that the next time the skids get all dramatic again about the food, he gets to cook for the next month. NO GOING OUT TO EAT OR TO HIS MAMAS!

^^^^ Us too. We also HAD to taste whatever was cooked. We could not just look and then go make a sandwich.

What DH and I have done when Skid would play that card, thanked them for volunteering to cook the next meal including doing the dishes. Wasn't an issue here long after that and we made them make a meal that would dirty up more dishes.

In the long run they have opened up to more foods and are happy when food is placed in front of them.

STOP cooking for them. He's your FDH, he can prepare their meals for them and clean up after them.

DHs kid pulled this crap with me as well. Sucked the joy out of something I used to love very much, cooking. She used to make the same sounds a cat makes when it's getting ready to hurl, at the dinner table.

It got so bad that I finally told DH....I'm done. From now on I will not eat with your brat. You can cook her crappy, boxed food and feed her that poison before I get home from work. Her ass better be in her room by the time I get home, I do not want to see her bratty face until after I am done eating. I will NOT let her ruin another meal for me. I will cook our meal and we can eat together. Or you can eat with your brat, I seriously don't give a s**t any longer.

He got home about 1.5 hours before me, he would cook some crappy food for his kid, feed her, clean up and watch the news. I would come home, cook dinner, he and I would eat and then he'd clean up (or vice versa where he'd cook and I'd clean up). If his kid stepped into the dining room, I'd tell her to leave. She would claim to be hungry, I'd tell her too bad. He would try and step in and I reminded him that I no longer will share meals with his child. End.Of.Story.

It caused a lot of fights but I stopped caring about how he felt about things. He never once asked me how I felt about his child living with us, so he can reap the rewards of making bad assumptions.