Before the Hunky Husband left this morning, he sat out a plate of warm, homemade banana bread. (Don't let me fool you; I did not bake that bread, our neighbor did.) Lil'B all but laughed at him when she saw what he thought she should eat for breakfast. We made her take a bite. She quickly acted like it was choking her. What a drama queen.
As soon as the Hunky Husband left for work I went forth in getting what I call the picky-eater breakfast. A Dora bowl filled with a few choices. She ends up eating EVERYTHING in sight.
This morning she got: cheese, mandarin oranges, pineapple, multi-grain Cheerios and a few pieces of generic peanut butter Captain Crunch. How do you handle a picky toddler when it comes to breakfast?