That’s My Favorite
Bo is a picky eater– he always has been. Right now, his tastes are running towards hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, chicken nuggets and bananas. We will ask him what he wants to eat for dinner and invariably he replies “macaroni and cheese, please.” Crazy kid. This conversation took place not too long ago at the local steakhouse during dinner with Nana, the Hubs, Mo, Bo and myself.
Setting: Walking through the buffet line.
Me: Okay. Bo, what do you want.
Bo: I don’t know.
Me: (listing suggestions)
Bo: That’s my favorite!
Me: What’s your favorite?
Bo: Steak!
Me: It is? Have you ever had steak?
Bo: No siree. But, when I grow up it will be my favorite.
Me: Oh really?
Me: What about some green beans?
Bo: That’s my favorite too!
Me: It is?
Bo: Yep. When I get big.
Me: If you could cook anything in the world, what would you cook?
Bo: Steak. That’s my favorite!
Me: Are you sure?
Bo: Yep. I could make it and put it in the fridge until I am big. It would be deeeee-licious.
How can you argue with that logic?
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he is such a dude!
Lol, that is so cute.. Yup, you can’t argue with children. Especially if they have a logic like that. Plus, they are adorable too.
That is so funny!
Our youngest was very picky when he was littler. Then he turned 2 and a half. He announced, “Big kids eat salad, and I’m a big kid now. I eat salad, too.” before he ate an entire salad for the first time ever. He now eats just about everything because big kids do.
I’m thinking yours will be eating steaks and green beans soon enough. 🙂