If you can't bribe your kid with sugar, what are you left with?

With the new baby and everything, our normal morning routine has drastically changed around the MDD household. In the old days it was just me and the Madame at the breakfast table, enjoying a little oatmeal and applesauce. But now she's two she'd rather starve than have me feed her, and with that newfound independence also comes a someone who wants to pick out what she's having for breakfast.

I'm generally fine with choice, within reason of course. Her breakfast request two weeks ago for "chips" didn't go over so well. But it seems recently she's less and less interested in eating much at all for breakfast, which is definitely not OK.

Which brings me to the question posed in the subject of this post. Having been frustrated by this for a few weeks, the other morning my wife tells me that she's got the perfect solution, and busts out a box of blueberry Pop Tarts. Perfect, I think. Her favorite fruit these days is blueberries, it's totally a finger food she can eat herself, and it's sweet. It's got icing for chrissakes. Sure, it's not the healthiest thing in the world, but it's fortified up the wazoo with vitamins, and with a cup of milk and maybe a banana it's a breakfast I can live with. So we give it to her and after one bite we get the phrase we're hearing all too often these days, "No like it."

"No like it"?? It's a freaking Pop Tart. Did my kid turn French overnight? Is her palette so advanced the mere taste of this processed, mass produced pastry makes her stomach turn? Or, perhaps more likely, is she just two and trying to be difficult because that's what two-year-olds do? Maybe. But shouldn't super-sweet (borderline) junk food cut through all that terrible-twos bullshit?

I guess tomorrow it's a baguette with gruyere.