My wife loses her mind when our son doesn’t eat.  To her it’s like the world is ending.

Meantime, my feeling is, “hey, he’s not hungry.  Maybe he doesn’t want a well-balanced meal with vitamins and roughage diced up into microscopic bits and mixed in there.  Maybe he he just wants to eat a cookie and be left in peace to watch cartoons.  I don’t blame him.  If I was 3, that’s what I’d wanna eat. I wouldn’t want white rice and broccoli florets.  No one likes florets.  Not even the people who make ‘em.”

But, it makes my wife crazy.  She becomes apoplectic and volcanic as she asks “why won’t he eat vegetables.”

The answer of course is quite simple — he’s 3.  And, 3 year olds don’t like vegetables. He doesn’t want balanced meals. He wants an Elmo cookie.

Frankly, from my perspective, a cookie is just fine.  At least if he eats the cookie, maybe he’ll be so full, he won’t eat boogers.  How about that? I mean, yes, he should eat veggies, but if you gotta pick your poison, then I’d rather that it be cookies than boogers.