The backstory: my son, god bless his little brown head, is the world's pickiest eater. Basically, his food preferences boil down to the childhood trifecta: pizza, chicken fingers, and spaghetti. It's a diet bound to cause scurvy but he doesn't care. The situation being what it is, it's hard to pack the child lunch. But I persevere because, well.......there's no one else around to handle this particular task and he and I both feel the need to pretend he eats food and doesn't just live on kitchen fumes.
Lately, his lunch box contains a bottle of water, a piece of fruit (the same piece can be recycled all week long......he'll never eat it), a fruit roll-up, yogurt, homemade boursin cheese with crackers (JT calls it white cheese), and some sort of dessert. The crackers and cheese are usually a hit and, since I make it with cream cheese, I like to believe that this means he is getting some dairy food in his diet. Things are that bad.
Today, the cheese and crackers came home uneaten. I started an investigation.
Mama: Sweetie, why didn't you eat your white cheese and crackers?
JT: The crackers looked different.
Note: The crackers were different than the ones I packed last week..........though they are a brand he has eaten for most all of his life; it's not like I was trying some sort of undercover move to get health food into his belly.
Mama: Did you try the crackers?
JT: Noooooooooooooooooooooo (said in a tone of voice which suggested that the ziploc bag may have contained crackers or might very well have had crushed glass but either way it wasn't going to pass by his lips).
I give up.