Raising my grandson has taught me that picky eating is a stage many little ones go through especially at age five. Some nights he’ll ask for chicken nuggets, and the very next night he swears he doesn’t like them anymore. I’ve learned to take a deep breath and not turn dinner into a power struggle. Letting him help pick out a vegetable at the store or stir the pot makes him more curious to try it. We celebrate small victories like when he ate one tiny piece of broccoli and smiled. Those little moments remind me that progress is better than perfection.
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