Mr. Pickypants used to be a good eater, like a million years ago. Now I rejoice in every coerced bite of cookie, fruit, or waffle. The nutritionist once told me that I should tell him, "If you eat a bite of vegetables, then you can have a bite of yogurt!" It just.doesn't.work. I don't know if it is that he doesn't understand the concept of if this, then that, or that he just frankly doesn't care. Reverse psychology didn't work either...until now!
Now, most of the time (well, some of the time, when he feels like playing) we can get Chase to eat if we play the, "Hey! Don't you eat my (fill in the blank)!" game. This morning it was eggs and toast. He thinks it is the funniest thing in the world, to do something that we don't want him to do.
Look at that impish grin!
I have a strange feeling, though, that this tactic is going to bite me in the butt the next time I have to yell, "Chase! Don't you run across the parking lot!"