Have you ever realized that you lost an argument a month after it occurred? The other day I had turned to Rob and out of the blue firmly stated, “Our kids will eat what we eat. I’m not going to make two meals three times a day.” His eyebrows met his hairline and he said, “Good luck with that.” A spirited discussion ensued.

Growing up my husband was an extremely picky eater, so I’m told. Picky to the point that he now won’t eat PB&J sandwiches because it’s all he ate for several years straight. I honestly can’t remember if I was a good eater or not. I’ll have to have Mom chime in in the comments. He’s now pretty good about at least trying new foods and eating a couple bites of the veggies he doesn’t love, and I won’t go near a banana or the squishy innards of a raw tomato so I guess we can call this one a draw.

As I was chopping up the zucchini, kale, and mushrooms to add to my leftovers from last night I put down my knife and said out loud, “no wonder he laughed at me.” I’ve been preparing two versions of our meals the entire time we’ve lived together. He gets the meat and potatoes version, and I get the veggie-heavy version. He’s picky in that he doesn’t want to eat weird vegetables and I’m picky in that I don’t want to eat a one-dimensional meal and crave nutrients later. We also happen to own and support the eating habits of the pickiest cat ever. Whenever we have kids we’re going to have to just go with the flow, and if we add some members to the Picky-Eaters Club well then that’s just fine.

Side note: we’re not expecting, this was just on my mind so I decided to share.