If Meg had her way her diet would consist of three things: snacks, dips for said snacks, and apple juice.
Now, before you start thinking that I am worse than that mother who feeds her kids dog food, let me explain. You see, it's all about the bowl.
About three weeks ago I bought a set of small bowls for her to have at snack time. She LOVES them. However, since the first time she used one I called it a "snack" bowl she thinks that everything that goes in them is a snack. Crackers? Snack. Standing rib roast? Snack. Pasta? Snack. Fruit snacks? Well, that one is just obvious. Since she always wants to eat out of those bowls, be it at breakfast, lunch, or dinner, everything is a snack.
The dipping is a bit harder to explain. I blame my mother. She's the one who taught Meg that for every food imaginable there is something it can be dipped into to make it more delicious. Meat has ketchup. Cookies have milk. Fruit has yogurt or peanut butter. Pretty much everything else can be dipped in syrup, either maple or chocolate, depending on taste. Dips must be placed not in the bowl, but to the side of it, preferably in a smaller bowl. I mean, we're not animals. And if a dip is not available? Foods can be dipped into other foods in order to at least make a semblance of a well balanced meal.
The apple juice? Yeah, she just loves it. I figure it's not horrible for her as long as we cut it with tons of water. I can only imagine the sugar crash she will have the first time someone gives her full octane juice.
I am hoping that as Meg gets older her eating habits get a little less esoteric. Either that, or we will be sending her away to college with thousands of tiny bowls, every condiment imaginable, and apple juice.
Oh, what the hell. Even if that happens I doubt she will have the weirdest eating habits on campus...