Some of you may recall, about a year ago, my Panda Pig starting turning up his nose at food. He went from eating everything I placed in front of him to a highly select menu that we have worked very hard to expand. We had a perfect storm of preschool pickiness and onset of oral sensitivity, and the result was a very thin little guy who ended up with a massive ear infection (resulting in no food intake at all), then slow recovery of menu items. He is still picky, but I'll take "picky eater" over "neophobic" any day of the week and twice on Sundays, especially with Andy being so thin in the first place, particularly following a growth spurt.
Imagine what ran through my head this morning when Andy, chock full of head cold, turned to me and said, "I want an egg."
An egg? What for?
"I'm hungy. Want an egg."
After staring at him for a full minute and a half to make sure my child had not been abducted by aliens, I asked, "Fried or scrambled?"
"Fried," came the answer after a few moments of thought. So I got off my bottom and fried him an egg.
And he is sitting here in the livingroom, consuming said egg, as if he has eaten eggs all his life and they are his favorite food.