The Picky Eater

Saturday night we went to a Halloween party at a friends house.

As I was standing around the appetizer table stuffing my face with chips and dip another mom said, “My son is the pickiest eater.”

And with that statement, I knew I had to take her down.

Now, having the pickiest eater is certainly not something I enjoy or celebrate but since it’s the case I’m going to claim it.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. My daughter is very picky.”

“Oh, Miles is the pickiest eater. He doesn’t eat eggs or drink milk.”

Lady, is that the best you’ve got?

“He will only eat grilled chicken.”

So he eats meat…?

“He doesn’t really like the cilantro I put in this dip.”

Oh, you mean the dip he’s been scarfing down. The one that obviously contains mayonnaise, corn, and green stuff, also known as cilantro. Let me just get this over with and save us both a lot of time and you a lot of embarrassment.

“Caroline eats peanut butter sandwiches every night and has for the last year.”

“Oh… Miles isn’t that picky”

Yeah, that’s what I thought lady.

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