My kid doesn't eat pasta. I know, I know - she's wierd. I've never encountered a toddler who won't eat pasta. She doesn't eat rice either, and she's only lukewarm on potatoes. I'm not 100% convinced she's mine.
One of the last times we had pasta (because, yes, I still make pasta at least twice a week, and no, I really don't care that she doesn't like it) she told me she only would eat the "clean" ones. Read: the ones that don't have sauce on them. Tonight I thought I'd outsmart her - no sauce on the pasta! A smidgen of oil and some cheese. Voila! Clean pasta! Surely she would eat that!
I played it up, made pasta seem like the most exciting thing in the world. I actually had the words "yay! I LOVE pasta!" come out of her mouth. I WOULD BE VICTORIOUS! The child would eat dinner!
It was only marginally successful. I had to resort to bribery in addition to clean pasta. I would only give her meatballs if she ate a certain amount of pasta and I did have to bribe her with hershey kisses from her Advent calendar (which little did she know she was getting anyway). But I'd say she ate at least 3 or 4 pieces of pasta. That's better than 0!
She and I are going to have to come to some sort of agreement. I'm not going to stop making pasta, and she needs to eat her dinner. I have a feeling this could go on for the next 16 years.
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