Just last week, I was complaining about my son's food choices. Well, overnight, some miracle of miracles occurred.
We went for a hike together the other night, and on the way home, we started talking about dinner plans. The Gibbon, who's imagining he's Kangaroo Boy, announces he's having "leaves with carrots." This is the same boy who has yet to willingly eat a vegetable that isn't deep fried.
I assumed we would get home and he would change his mind. But, he helped me fix a salad, consisting of the requested leaves (aka lettuce) and carrots, and got to munching. The first comment out of his mouth, "Mmm, why didn't you tell me carrots were good?" Oh, did I forget to mention that the other 14000 I offered them to you?
He's also expanded his menu to include grapes, pears, plums, apples, celery, and french toast. He's been eating and eating, and now I'm starting to worry if he'll ever stop!
Oh, and in other news, this momma hasn't had soda in 3 days. I may be crazier than normal by the end of the week.