Subtitle:
Why You Should Avoiding Ordering From The Kids Menu
One of my constant parental fears is that my child will become one of those kids, the picky eaters who refuse to eat any food other than one particular brand of chicken fingers (bathed, of course, in ketchup), graham crackers and gum. I’m not sure if this is just my paranoia that he would starve to death in the event of an apocalypse, my vanity in wanting to look like a good parent through the exemplary behaviour of my child, or simply my impatience with the kind of high maintenance parenting required by such restrictions.
