Despite the lovely dinner presented to him, Cubby was not having it. He smacked his food with his fork, examined it minutely, flung it around, but did not actually eat it. He even refused the coleslaw, for the first time ever. Usually he'll eat so much coleslaw I fear for his digestion. But not last night.
I very charitably chalked it up to sore gums from teething and gave up, unstrapping the malefactor from his chair and taking him outside to whine and throw things and generally misbehave until bedtime.
About an hour later, shortly before Cubby's bedtime, I figured I'd better get him to eat something. And what better for sore gums than ice cream? And peach pie, because the MiL had made one that very afternoon.
Yes, my son had peach pie and vanilla ice cream for dinner last night. It may not win me any parenting awards, but it's better than dyed-orange macaroni and cheese product, right? Right.
Nutrition Mother of the Year, right here.