Our toddler has developed a very particular palate. We ate dinner at a local deli and got him a turkey sandwich. On any other day he would eat turkey, but not last night. In fact, he had to closely examine every bite before putting them in his mouth, just to make sure there was none of that vile substance hiding on them. Seriously, he would turn each piece of bread over in case we'd tried to trick him...which I only did successfully one time. After he was was finished with his meatless sandwich, he turned to my bread bowl...All this child would eat was bread.
We did have a triumphant parenting moment though, the kind where you half expect the table next to you to stand up and applaud. Evan wanted Jeff's potato chips and we had told him 'no' because he wasn't eating his own food. Evan of course started to cry and fuss, but we ignored him. We were in the middle of considering our options and wondering how long we could endure before the restaurant politely asked us to take our tantrum elsewhere, when he just abruptly stopped and began happily eating his bread. We had won! We stood our ground, even though we were in public, and we won! It was a proud moment.