I’m always trying to get Wes to eat good food. He’s a die-hard milkman (still drinks six 4 oz. bottles a day), which is fine, but I try to balance it out with “big boy food.” The problem is, now that he’s all, “I’m a big boy and independent and you can’t boss me around, Mom,” a lot of the food I give him ends up on the floor. If he doesn’t want it he’ll throw it, but lately I’ve been saying, “Give it to Mom,” and he’ll hand the unwanted bits back to me and smile like he’s doing this really great thing. Sometimes I get frustrated, trying to offer him a variety of good food when he won’t eat any of it.

Yesterday was one of those days; he wouldn’t eat much of anything I wanted him to, and by the time we left to go bowling with family I was DONE trying give him big boy food. While we were sitting around by the lanes I had Wes on my lap as I munched on some M&Ms. He took one look at those colorful gems and smiled really big while giving me his “more!” sign. I was skeptical, but I broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth. Instant success. He did another “more!” sign and smiled up at me pleadingly.

So I can’t get him to eat sensible stuff, but M&Ms? Bring it on.