Brady is a notoriously picky eater, so no one was remotely surprised when he turned up his cute little nose at the chicken pot pie we ordered from a local restaurant tonight. (Thumbs up to Salt Craft!) Long after the rest of us had finished and long after I dug in my heels and told him he could have it for breakfast if he refused to taste it, he sat at his seat, that displeased look of scornful disinterest on his face. Long story longer, he eventually got up and went along with his evening (and yep, that plate will show up at the breakfast table).
Although his pickiness is ridiculous, it's almost comforting in a way, because familiarity can make things feel more natural. So for that bit of strange comfort, I'm grateful.
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