Let me be clear: JACK DOES NOT EAT FRUITS OR VEGETABLES.
Caveat: As of last summer he agreed to start eating corn, but only if it is on the cob; he will eat spaghetti sauce and pizza sauce; and he will drink apple juice, but with those three exceptions, Jack DOES NOT eat fruits or vegetables.
Honestly, it is a miracle that he has not yet contracted scurvy.
When he was a baby, he ate everything. I mean, he wouldn’t let me put a spoon in his mouth for the first year of his life (seriously; it made feeding him difficult), but he ate everything. Then he stopped.
I have this vivid memory of us eating out at a restaurant when he was probably two years old. There was one piece of asparagus on his plate. He honed in on it immediately and very deftly and gently placed it on a plate that the waitress was removing from the table as if to say, “I won’t be needing this, thank you.” At this point in time, I consider it a success if he will tolerate a green bean on the veeeery edge of his plate. We haven’t gotten to “no thank you” bites yet.
When he was little, if I tried to sneak a raisin into him within a cookie, he would sense the fruit and spit out that part of the cookie. For a while, he refused all cookies—I assume because he was nervous that we would try to sneak an offensive healthy snack into it.
And I would have. I used to make brownies made out of carrot juice and pureed spinach. I was not to be trusted.
To this day, if you give him a food, he will carefully inspect it before he eats it. Try it some time. It’s amusing.
In my defense, Jack isn’t malnourished. I took him to a nutritionist at Children’s Hospital and everything and they say that he seems to be fine what with his vitamins and steady diet of chicken nuggets and peanut butter. We continue to put beans on the edge of his plate.
I tell you all this so you can fully appreciate the essay that he wrote at school that came home with his report card today. The best part is that it is a totally true and accurate story.
As far as I can tell from the paper, Jack had read a story about someone who survived an “ordeal on the mountain because of his courage and strength.” His assignment was to write a story about a girl or boy who is able to do something difficult by receiving encouragement from somebody else.
Here is his essay (in the quotes):
How would you describe this boy or girl? “The boy has autism and brown hair. He is very fast. He is 8 years old.”
What must he or she do? Why? “He had to eat an apple even though he didn’t like apples. His father told him to eat it and he would get a reward. His mother dipped the apple in peanut butter and he was brave enough to eat it. He ate it—but threw up.”
Everything about that story is true except that it was Alex who dipped it into peanut butter. I think he added me to the story because the next question was “Who gives the encouragement?” and he wanted to answer, “His mother gave encouragement,” instead of letting Alex get credit for anything.
There is nothing I don’t love about that kid. Well, except for the probable scurvy.
Thank you so much to Jodi and Susan for donating to the Cheetahs. Thank you to EVERYONE who has donated. I added it up today. You guys have raised more than $1000. I did math for you. You guys make my heart siiiiiiiing.