Today my kitchen blew up over a box of cereal. After the gym, I did my regular grocery shopping. Knowing that my oldest was out of his favorite cereal, I picked up a box. Now my soon to be 13 year old eats like a bottomless pit. I’m fortunate to have a son who enjoys my cooking and eats with abandon. He is not afraid of trying new things and his palette is pretty sophisticated for a young teen. So when it comes to food that he likes, he’s very territorial.
So I brought in the box of cereal to his unbridled glee. There was a hug, a kiss, and a jubilant trip to the cabinet to get his bowl. Patting myself on the back, I start to leave the kitchen to shower off the gym when I hear, “Stop eating my cereal! You have your own cereal which you don’t eat. Stop eating mine!”
I made a u-turn to see what caused the commotion. My youngest son had helped himself to the cereal. My youngest is a very picky eater. He has been known to reject something he would normally eat because he spotted seasonings. He is that picky eater who could hate a food he once loved in a 24 hour period. So my picky eater had rejected 3 boxes of cereals he once loved and was having a turn at his brother’s favorite. OMG!
After 5 minutes of talking my oldest down from a complete meltdown, I hit him with some facts.
- I buy food for the family.
- Just because it is his favorite does not mean it is his.
- If he wants his very own box of cereal, he should purchase a box, write his name on it, and claim ownership.
So that was my morning. How was yours?