Well, my friends, once again that boundary is going to bend.
I have picky kids. I am not blameless in this. I love food and I dislike the idea of fighting over every meal. I have read lots of books on the subject, tried many "kid friendly" recipes, and even threatened one time, "if you don't put this corn in your mouth and chew it and swallow it, right now, I am going to spank you and it will hurt." (I plead Tired Mother Insanity for that last one). In the end though it always comes to the point that if they don't want to eat it, they are NOT going to eat it, unless you make them (and, boy, they would just like to see you try...). So, this last Saturday I decided that my children were ALL going to eat their green beans. They have all eaten green beans before but they like taking turns adamantly refusing to eat them. So, I made chocolate chip cookies to bribe them. Two angels went to bed with chocolate coated lips. The other two went to bed still screaming about not getting a cookie. I went to bed with a migraine, a guilty conscience, another book, and a strengthened desire to get my kids to taste new things. I don't care if my kids have dislikes. After all, nothing will ever get me to like raisins in cookies or Marciano cherries. What bothers me is when they won't try something or when they just decide not to like something all of a sudden and refuse to give it another chance.
Here comes my grey version of a bribe. I like to call it a reward. You call it what ever you want.
I am going to make a "Picky Bank" for each of my children. They will be on a shelf in our dining area. For every first taste they take I will put in a penny and the second one gets two pennies (no more after that, they have tasted it and if they don't like it for what it is so be it). For every serving of veggies, eaten all gone, I will put in 3 pennies. At the end of the month the money is theirs. I know that Cookie's bank will fill up fast. She is by far my best eater (picky wise) and that should make for hearty competition. This may end up being a bad idea. My children may tell their therapists about it later in life. Too bad, because if I don't find SOMETHING to improve our dinners I am going to need my own therapist. And, if it works, I will write a million dollar book so that I can afford to just give my kids McDonalds every night.