I've heard that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. The same is true of my three year old. He tries to be a picky eater, the only difficulty being that I don't cater meals so he either eats or he doesn't. He loves milk, and he loves carbs (something I watch closely with him!).
Last night my Facebook status read as follows:
"Xavier
just melted down when he came to the table because "his heart smelled
biscuits for supper." His heart was wrong. Poor dude."
Supper was already on the table. I wasn't scooting back into the kitchen to whip up biscuits. However, I did make them tonight, much to his absolute joy.
Under gravy, with butter & jelly, or just plain (for real - he eats them off the plate just plain) - this boy absolutely loves his mama's homemade biscuits.
Love you son, MORE than a hot biscuit!
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