We’ve been working on table manners. Specifically I’ve been championing the “I don’t care if you don’t like it just don’t say so!” platform. Because, with multiple children involved if one says, out loud, that something looks: weird, icky, yucky, gross, green or like an onion, suddenly no one, not even children who have been eating it, will touch it.
Tonight Ivy was inspecting my homemade salsa. She ate some, she asked questions about what it was made out of, her sisters ate some and then she said:
Her sisters kept eating the salsa.
I’m calling it progress.