Today was a most frustrating day!

I made tuna melts for lunch, which is something the kids usually like. We sat down to lunch around 12:15ish… and Jessaleigh decided after putting the first bite in her mouth that she didn’t like it. Spit out said bite and started screaming. Now in this house we have a few rules surrounding meals/food/eating (I try not to have too many, but there have to be some guidelines…) One is “if it went into your mouth it doesn’t come out.” (this rule actually came about because Jessaleigh has a history of spitting things out and then throwing a fit about it.) So I put my foot down and said that Jessaleigh needed to eat THAT ONE BITE before she could have other food, get down from the table, etc. Remember this was her FIRST bite of lunch…

Fast forward to 5:45pm when Scott got home and spent 15 more minutes convincing her to finally eat the one bite literally 2 minutes before we sat down to dinner.

I don’t understand why sitting at the table for 5+ hours is better than eating one bite of food… I just don’t get it.