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My god V,
I remember my dad cleaning my plate while lecturing about the depression (uphill etc) and thinking "why?"

Now, I cringe at the morsels left behind by the inchling, and I gobble them up wondering "how did I become my father?"

Yeah, if he's not hungry I don't force it, but we're pretty crunchy granola at my house. A homemade cookie (a fraction of the sugar called for) is about as nasty as his treats get. He doesn't have any idea ice cream exists, he has only seen two short animal/nature videos in his entire life.

When he gets older he can watch all the tv he wants, after he's mucked the metaphoric stables.

On the other hand, The menu is limited to what we are eating, when he was just a millimeter, we'd just grind up our dinner in a mill and give hm that. Those were some long ass salt free months...

He seems to like food well enough and both of us are making an effort not to make "food" become anything more than pleasant time spent as a family.

Check with us in a few years HA!