Do you ever wonder what Meatloaf was talking about when he said “I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that?”.
I wonder no longer. I’ve figured it out, y’all. My “that”. The thing I just can’t bring myself to do, even though I should. Even though I should set a good example for my kids.
I won’t eat a cooked carrot.
And I won’t ever make my kids eat them, either.
I know, I know. I shouldn’t turn my kids off to healthy foods just because I don’t like them. And I don’t. We have a “you have to try everything once” rule in this house. For everyone. Including TH and me. It’s how TH finally got me to find something at a Thai restaurant that I like and it’s how I got TH to stop hating cucumbers. In theory, it’s an awesome idea.
Until you’re the one that has to show your kids “Look, see? The carrots are so yummy! Mommy will take a bite and you take a bite.” Because Mommy isn’t taking that bite. Not without gagging.
So last night when Bunny refused to eat her carrots with dinner, I didn’t say a word. I knew she’d ask me why I wasn’t eating my carrots and then I’d have to try and choke down a food I find downright repulsive. {and yet, I make them with pot roast every.single.time. At least TH and Bubba chow them down.} Just the thought of telling her she had to eat one carrot made me queasy.
So while I wish Bunny would eat all of her veggies, I’ll give her a pass on cooked carrots. I’ll never tell her why she’s getting that pass, but she can have it nonetheless.
I would do anything for my kids. Go to the ends of the Earth for them.
But, I won’t do that. No, no, no I won’t do that.
