How I roughaged my child’s drink

I remember growing up having to eat one pea for every year old I was.

8 peas?!?! Are you kidding me?!?!  This is my nightmare!!

An entire glass of milk, 20 minutes, and 8 gags later… I still had 4 more peas to go. Let’s just say I haven’t always been a fan of the green stuff.

Well, karma has come full circle and blessed me with a son who shares my picky childhood palette.

Joy.

If I put a pile of peas on his plate, his body goes straight rigor mortis style and his eyes pop out like I just put a flaming pile of dog poo on the table.

And then the solution found me. Continue reading

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