It's nice living in a country where kids can be that picky.<quoted text>
I hear ya, Jess. My kids can tell the difference between chicken strips/nuggets. It didn't used to matter, now Nunu will only eat Tyson. Grrr.
And yay for no regurgitation!
My parents had no problem telling me I'd eat what they served and like it. Lucky for me, I liked most things, but when I didn't it didn't matter. And I kinda think that's how it should be. I know, I know, easier said than done and all that, but still....