One day a 3 year-old wouldn’t try mustard
Sunday, July 17th, 2011It’s all about branding, sort of.
As my then SAHD spouse was attempting to get #1 son to eat something with mustard on it, he had a brilliant idea.
“If I call it ‘Double Mustard“, he thought, “I might just have executed that which was previously impossible”.
Nope. The 3-year-old still refused.
At this point I’m a little fuzzy on what happened next but from what I recall there was some chasing around the kitchen and dining room.
Then, without any further ado, he ate some mustard. And liked it.
Now 7, whenever he won’t eat a new fude, we call the entire experience the Five Stages of Chasing Double Mustard (thank you, Elisabeth Kübler-Ross)* Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance.
*What stands out most prominently in my memory was that I had just lost my mom to ALS and was cycling through those stages, trying to eke out what little bit of humor I could to deal with a Most Tragic Thing. Four years later I may have finally dealt.