Yesterday we went to a fairly posh hotel for Sunday lunch for my mother in laws birthday. Even with a fussy eater like Little Man in tow I was fairly optimistic about the afternoon ahead of us. The restaurant staff had told us that we could request something specific for Little Man as they didn’t have a kids menu. We chose chicken pasta for him. Pasta is the only food that I can normally get him to eat at dinner times. All good I thought.
When will I learn that the words complacency and parenting do not go together.
We arrived early and Little Man sat nicely in the bar area behaving himself and keeping himself entertained. Once we had sat down for dinner he started to say he didn’t want any food. I still didn’t worry too much as I knew pasta was on it’s way. The pasta arrived, it looked really nice, Little Man didn’t agree. He was dead set. He was not going to eat it. He sat on my lap for the whole time and moaned and whinged. He does struggle with his confidence and certain situations do make him uneasy so I think this had something to do with it. I also think the threenager came out to play.
Until ice cream was mentioned. Now, I am a bit of a strict one when it comes to this. He didn’t eat his dinner so to me he shouldn’t have any nice puddings. However, to try and ease the situation as it wasn’t just the 3 of us I allowed it. He was a very happy child then! Argh!! So crafty!!!
He ended the afternoon as he had started, in a good mood. 4 hours later and I was wrung out and ready to cry! I don’t even have any photos as it was so stressful!!
Have you had an experience like this?