My son Cheeks is a skinny mini.
He's tall but thin. So thin that when he sucks in his stomach to show us his ribs, Bobster tells me "Those aren't your ribs, those are your organs".
Well he also has the trait of being a picky eater.
Last night I made chicken with pasta.
In the crockpot...the temp in Jersey is in the high Hell zone.
Anyway he decided he wouldn't eat it after a nibble (and that is being generous).
He was told he would get nothing else.
He came to me a few hours later.
"Mom, can I have a banana?"
"Well I was thinking of something smaller, like a yodel."
"No, banana or chicken"
This went on for some time.
About 90 mins truthfully.
I finally had enough and told him.
"Tell your troubles to someone else"
"Yea, I'm gonna tell it to the judge!"
He then went on to tell me that I treat him like dirt (after spending 3 hours in Chuck E. Cheese yesterday) and I talk to him nasty. He also is telling anyone that listens that we don't feed him.
So look for me & Cheeks on the next Judge Judy.
I wonder how she will rule.