Miss Manners, Emily Post, Martha Stewart... they will never be dinner guests at my house.
While the rest of the family dined on chicken and rice last night, Sean enjoyed an Italian sausage. He doesn't like the texture of the breading on the chicken (too crumbly) or the rice (too slimy). We actually have very few meals that all five of us like. Pancakes and French toast.... maybe I should be an IHOP exec.
I remember watching the new tv show Parenthood. I only turned it on because they were going to be portraying a family dealing with an autistic child. I watched it once and vowed never again. The scene had the father and son in a standoff over mashed potatoes and video games. The son wouldn't be excused to play until he had eaten 10 bites of the potatoes.
After a short back and forth, the son simply counted down the bites and ate them. No meltdown. No crying. No gagging. Nothing. If only it could be that easy!!!!
Sean would have gagged, drooled, cried, screamed, maybe even vomited. Dealing with the texture would have been like torture for him.
And, in the end, we would have given up because we realize there are bigger, more important fights to fight.
Thus, Sean eats Italian sausage.... and most of the time he even uses utensils. His love of spaghetti played a huge part in conquering that mountain.
His eating habits are far from "date" ready but, then again, he is only 12.