When I was a kid, I ate what was put in front of me. There were no other options.
“She’ll eat anything.” To this day, there isn’t much, unfortunately, that I don’t like.
Generations evolve and through many years of research and behavior studies, we learned that tastes are just that, tastes, and it’s OK to not like something.
Max, Sammy, and I are the most similar. We like almost all veggies, foods from all over the world, and are in love with onions. (Hmm, maybe that’s why I’m still single.)
Tye and Baylee on the other hand have pickier palates. Baylee likes no veggies, and Tye cannot stomach sour cream, onions, and dry beans, and pickles will make him turn green.
When they were little, I was more strict about them finishing their meals, and snacking was monitored, but as the years passed, I became more lenient about their diets. As long as they were properly nourished to maintain their growth and development, I was OK with it. If they don’t like fish, they don’t like fish. Why force them?