As usual, when we ask Leah to try a new food, she starts to cry and whine and do whatever else she can think of to get out of it. On this particular night, it was just chicken. And it was good, if I do say so myself. Leah ate everything else on her plate but had not touched the chicken.
“You just have to try one bite!” Dave told her.
This caused her to slide down until her head was under the table, all while still whining. This had been going on for at least ten minutes, and I had had enough.
“That’s it!” I said. “One…two…thre-”
“Mommy, no!” Leah shot up from under the table. “I’ll eat it! I’ll eat it!”
She popped the piece of chicken into her mouth and ate it.
Guess who likes chicken now?