Chewing Chicken

I occasionally label my three children as the following, based on their stereotypical eating habits:
  • Aaron the granarian (Aaron subsists almost entirely on cereal, bread, pasta, and rice)
  • Edward the vegetarian (the kid loves carrots and broccoli and once devoured peas from my hand)
  • Ian the carnivore (he now only eats dinner from my plate, and it almost always involves just my meat)
You might be surprised how much
those cheeks can hold . . .
We had a chicken curry concoction last night, and Ian kept asking for more and more chicken. I obliged, of course, but failed to see that he was chewing it only briefly before packing it away in his cheeks. After only a few minutes, his mouth was completely full of partially chewed chicken, which he stubbornly refused to swallow or spit out. Come bedtime, Ian had not appeared to make any progress on dinner, and that's how he fell asleep.

Ian woke up just before 7 the next morning, and I prepared a bowl of cereal for his breakfast, which he usually likes to eat right after he wakes up. I had completely forgotten about the chicken until he whined about not being able to fit his captain crunch in his mouth--because the chicken was still in there. This had gone on too far, but I still couldn't coax him to relinquish his hold on the chicken. I applaud the boy for not wanting to waste his food, but this was ridiculous. Meg eventually scooped the nasties from his mouth, but not without a fight: he actually bit her in the process. Perhaps the worst part--besides making us out to be the worst parents on earth--was how bad his breath smelled, even after a thorough brushing of his teeth.

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  1. ME9:01 PM

    I'd like to add that while Michael kept giving him more chicken I tried telling him to let Ian finish what was in his mouth first. Also Ian bit my finger harder than I've ever been bitten before.

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