My children are horrible eaters. Seriously, like going-to-drive-me-to-drinking bad eaters. It honestly doesn't need to be as difficult as they make it. I obviously don't have a hard time getting it done, I don't understand why they do.When dinner was having a hard time getting in their mouths and down their throats, I decided to try a bribe. Bike rides; but only after their food was all gone. I finished my dinner (which was neither disgusting nor delicious... eggs, bacon and biscuits,) and told them I was going by myself.
By the time I had the garage open, Oakley came out the door, still chewing an entire plate of food. We headed on our normal route, commenting on how nice the cool breeze was, and when we reached about the 1/3 way point it started sprinkling. By half way it was pouring with gusty winds and we were so cold! We rode against the wind as quick as we could back home. We pulled the bikes back into the garage, and turned to look at the rain... which had miraculously stopped.
And that's why you don't try to teach lessons to your children.
