If you are a parent, or if you have a parent, you know what I am talking about! Everyone has had some sort of peculiar eating rule. If you don't think you do, then I want you to do this... 1. Grab a phone. 2. Call the person who raised you. 3. Ask them if there is a funny rule you had growing up when it came to eating. Do that then come back and finish this post.
AHHHHHH-HA! See.... if you didn't know, now you do. So this is how the rule goes, and I will use my children as an example:
"Hello, my name is Summer. And I will not eat tomatoes, but loves spaghetti. Tomato sauce is okay, as long as we don't mention the tomato part."
And this is my son's....
"Hello, my name is Noah. I basically love everything I eat. Except when my sister hates it then I do too. Mmm... that's delicious.... wait... Summer hates it? This is disgusting I want a peanut butter and jelly."
So there you have it folks... Rule #11. Which easily could have been called the picky eater rule. But not nearly as much fun to explain.
And here is a link to a blog that has a whole post about this rule. Enjoy!
