Re-education

Frieda Noose sighed. Her one and a half year old daughter might looked like her, but she was own-minded. Since Casey had had chocolate cake for the first time ever at her father's birthday party, she demanded to eat cake and nothing else.

Frieda had called her mother, asking her for advice. Rachel had laughed and told her about Frieda's own picky eating phase. She recommended to be patient and to try to involve Casey.

Frieda followed her mother’s advice and created different types of dishes for Casey. Casey’s favorite “cakes” were pancakes filled with fruit compote and lathered with yogurt and slivered almonds or two slices of grilled tofu stuffed with kimchi or Asian carrot salad. Slowly Casey started to eat more balanced again. She also liked strudels in all variations. Sometimes it worked if the adults were having a different meal and told her Casey wouldn’t like it. She reacted very much like her father, who didn’t like it either when he was told he couldn’t do or wouldn’t like something.

Finally shortly before her second birthday Casey was having a balanced diet again.

©2015

Getting my will

I was sitting proudly in my high chair. Everyone around me was eating cake and I wanted to take part too, because I was big now. I let Mommy know what I wanted. Instead she offered me a stupid banana. I had eaten a whole one at lunch beside a plate of pasta with tomato sauce.

I clamped my mouth shut and indicated with my index finger to the chocolate cake. “Mmm, bananas are yummy.” Mommy said and popped a little piece into her mouth. I didn’t want any of that and got more demanding. I clearly stated: “Gake!” When it didn’t help I was more urgently, indicating again the cake and saying: “Darda.” It meant tarta in Spanish. Even though I’m big now I have problems with some letters. Like C and T. “No, you are too young for it.” Mommy explained. I didn’t want to hear that and I was going to get what I wanted. For whatever reason Daddy wanted to play peek-a-boo with me. I couldn’t be bothered. My mind was on cake. Reggie offered me to check on Beulah and Kiki, the dogs. I wanted cake and if I wasn’t getting my will I was going to scream and cry! It worked. Finally Mommy gave me a small piece. It was delicious and in future I won’t eat anything else!

©2015