Ouch

So we have a new system for dinners at our house. My dear husband made up a month's worth of menus of things we really like to eat. It is great because I like to cook, but can never decide what to make. Plus, if I already have a plan the afore mentioned Grocery Shopping Horror is diminished somewhat.
This coupled with decreased morning sickness means that I've been cooking real meals on a regular basis for several weeks now.
This just happens to coincide with my four-year-old's new stage - "Never interrupt me when I'm playing-no matter what!" Dinnertime has become more nutritious and very entertaining for those of us who eat; For Ian, it has become slow torture. Here are just a few of his tries to get out of eating. I'm trying not to take it personally.

"I'll eat two bites now, but from now on, I'm never eating potatoes again."

"Mommy, is there something you can do to the food after it is cooked to make it delicious?"

"I already tried it, Mommy. It is NOT delicious."

After staring at his plate for several long seconds. . . "Mommy, I feel like fasting."

And when I served clam chowder, words failed him. I wish I had a picture of him with the first bite sitting on his tongue, tears running down his cheeks. That one I let him spit out and excused him from the table. Going to bed hungry was apparently preferable.