I know that my children don't have the healthiest diets. Unless a vegetable is so finely chopped that it (and its nutritional value) disappears into the sauce, my children won't eat it. And while they do eat fruit everyday, Ironflower only deems one fruit acceptable.
But still, I didn't think we were doing that badly. We don't have any trans fats and most of their snack crackers don't have high fructose corn syrup, at least. But then we had this conversation:
Ironflower: Mommy, I put peanut butter on whatever doesn't get syrup, right?
Me: As far as breakfast goes, I guess.
Ironflower: And lunch.
Me: And lunch.
Ironflower: But Lovebug likes ketchup, even on breakfast food.
Me: Lovebug loves ketchup, but remember we weren't going to talk about ketchup at breakfast anymore? Because mommy wants Lovebug to skip the ketchup at one meal?
Lovebug: Ketup! Ketup! Me! Ketup!
Me (muttering): I am such an idiot.
If it wasn't for peanut butter and ketchup, I'm pretty sure my kids wouldn't eat anything. We go through a big jar of peanut butter and a HUGE thing of ketchup every two weeks. If the kids were larger I'd be okay with that, but they are only two and three and neither one of them weighs over 30 pounds. And Hubby and I rarely touch the ketchup and never touch the peanut butter.
Is our family weird? Or do all small children have these strange condiment obsessions? And when will they grow out of them?
