Cookie Did Me Wrong
I can't help but feel that Cookie Monster did me wrong. Ever since my son started watching a Cookie Monster video - the one in which Cookie gets a job in a bakery then eats all the cookies he makes - my son has become crazy about cookies. He even thinks the moon is made of one.
Whenever we drive by DelPonte's Bakery in Bradley Beach, on the way to visit my brother, Hendrick yells out the window, "Cookie store!" I suppose we shouldn't indulge him but you should see how his little face lights up when he sees all those mounds of beautifully arrayed cookies at eye level. They really are delicious.
And now that his palate has become more discriminating, Hendrick no longer believes me when I say crackers are cookies, too. (I knew he'd wise up sooner or later but I was hoping for later.)
What's a mother to do when all her son wants to eat is sweets?
You fake it whenever possible. Today, for example, I cut my home-made banana bread into squares and called them cupcakes. I even went so far today to stick a candle in a chunk and sang "Happy Birthday" just so he would eat it. He bought it, but I know he was wondering what happened to the frosting.
It can be an ordeal trying to get a toddler to maintain a well-balanced diet, let alone make him understand the importance of leafy greens and lean meats. It was so easy when he was a baby. He would eat anything mashed in a jar as long as I smiled and talked softly to him as I swooped it into his mouth.
Nowadays, it's all about the sugary snacks. Why couldn't Sesame Street have created a monster who was crazy about carrots?
Whenever we drive by DelPonte's Bakery in Bradley Beach, on the way to visit my brother, Hendrick yells out the window, "Cookie store!" I suppose we shouldn't indulge him but you should see how his little face lights up when he sees all those mounds of beautifully arrayed cookies at eye level. They really are delicious.
And now that his palate has become more discriminating, Hendrick no longer believes me when I say crackers are cookies, too. (I knew he'd wise up sooner or later but I was hoping for later.)
What's a mother to do when all her son wants to eat is sweets?
You fake it whenever possible. Today, for example, I cut my home-made banana bread into squares and called them cupcakes. I even went so far today to stick a candle in a chunk and sang "Happy Birthday" just so he would eat it. He bought it, but I know he was wondering what happened to the frosting.
It can be an ordeal trying to get a toddler to maintain a well-balanced diet, let alone make him understand the importance of leafy greens and lean meats. It was so easy when he was a baby. He would eat anything mashed in a jar as long as I smiled and talked softly to him as I swooped it into his mouth.
Nowadays, it's all about the sugary snacks. Why couldn't Sesame Street have created a monster who was crazy about carrots?
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