Why Must Kids Be So Ungrateful?

My mom used to try and make me eat turnip greens. But when she wasn't looking, I'd dump them back in the bowl.



And liver and onions.

sugar smacks

sugar crisp

cream of wheat?

Wheaties!!

Liver and onions? What's next, a gold plated rocket car?

At least you're ensuring they'll have plenty to talk about in therapy...

I loved chicken livers growing up. What:

Liberty and Freedom are strictly for those who've entered The Adult Conspiracy.

Petty excuses from a petty tyrant.

I used to love Cream of Wheat when I was a kid... can't eat it now, but it was really good then.

When my kid was young it was real easy to get her to eat her meals. here's the trick.


BUY THE STUFF THEY WILL EAT!!

I always thought my mother was kinda dumb to keep buying stuff we hated. In no way would I make my kid eat something they can't stand. Of course I would have to find out first. But still I wouldn't make them eat it.

A kid won't starve himself. They don't want to eat one night. No biggie. But no snacks later. You just go to bed hungry.

It isn't like I beat the children until they eat. I give them the choice: eat what is provided, make the money to buy your own, or go hungry. And it wasn't like I even kicked her from the table. The Girl ate the potatoes, peas, and cornbread provided, just not the liver and onions.

As far as my tyranny in concerned, I run my house, not the people I provide for. When they are capable of supporting themselves they can make their own decisions. Until then, tough shit. So long as I put a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs, and food on their table, they do what I say.

I'm just not getting the word 'ungrateful' with the topic of 'liver and onions.' Exactly what is there to be grateful for?

Boy, I sure was spoiled. I had an Italian mother and grandmother who could make tree bark taste like the heavens growing up. Also my grandfather on that side was a navy cook during WWII and always had realy odd recipes, but always managed to make them taste just fine. You poor souls.

Up until college, my grandma owned and operated the local diner, and was recognized as cooking one of the best chicken fries in the state. Her pies still go at charity events for $1000. She can usually come up with things on the fly that are pretty good.

I want some of her chicken noodles.

Sunday dinner at JCD's this weekend:

Eat your own shit off the floor with refreshing toilet water and a nice round of licking your own genitals for dessert.

Loved liver when i was little, we called it shit on a raft.
Liver and rice with fryed toast with a load of gravy.

Ah, someone who understands what it is to live. There's a 73 year old, and counting, pizza restaurant in my genes. It's hard not to eat well.

Did you have a hard childhood where there was no love or affection?

Yes. But you're British. The only thing worse than British cuisine is Scottish cuisine.

That said, yeah, it doesn't surprise me that a kid wouldn't want liver and onions. And it doesn't surprise me that she'd mouth off. I blame '80s (and later) sitcoms, where mouthy kids, incompetent Dads, and Mother Knows Best are de rigeur.

As far as the topic of liver and onions... I likes to take me a liver, soak it for a couple hours in port wine, then pan fry up an onion in about a half a stick of butter. Once the onion gets nice and caramelized, in goes the liver. Maybe some mashed potatoes, steamed peas, and brown bread--all with liberal amounts of butter--washed down with a nice lager.

No, but I also didn't have a childhood where I ran the house. It was my parent's house and so long as I lived there eating their food, staying warm and dry under their roof, and wearing the clothes they bought I was beholden to their whims. Same deal here.

Children get some imput on some issues, but at the end of the day they do what they're told when they're told and how they're told by the adults making the ultimate decision.

I don't buy that argument. It's not as if the kids just 'moved in' and you were gracious enough to allow them to stay and take care of them. It was yours and your wife's (husband?) decision to have children - even to allow your niece to stay.

I'd say giving them a few choices isn't the worst parental mistake you could make.

I almost think that you ought to be arrested for trying to serve liver and onions to a kid.

Seems to me that the only thing you're interested in is having a dick-waving contest with your son and this poor girl, and that you get a thrill out of the idea of being able to dominate them. Are you such an insecure little man that you feel the need to lord your "authority" over children?

You could start screaming at her "How can you have your pudding, if you don't eat your meat!? If you don't eat your meat, how can you have any pudding!?"

That's ridiculous. Kids grow out of their finicky eating and brach out to try all sorts of different things. And even if the kid wants to eat Cheerios all the time, so what? As long as they're not hurting themselves or being unhealthy, why try to force-feed them something they don't like and aren't ready to eat?

I'm pretty sure cheerios isn't a balanced diet.

And the later you introduce a food to your child, the less developed their tastebuds will be.

It's like expecting your kid to enjoy exercise at 15, when they've never moved from the sofa "because that's all they wanted to do, watch TV" before then, and so are in terrible shape.

Yep, and when you're in a restaurant they're less likely to cause a scene because there's nothing on the menu that appeals to their delicate pallete.

Who tried to force-feed them anything? She wasn't tied to a chair and had a tube rammed down her throat; the decision to not eat what I provided was hers to make and she made it. She wasn't even really punished except for me to tell her she wasn't getting a substitute and if she went hungry it was her own fault. It's jardly dickwaving if she's given options, however distasteful one or more of those options are.

You don't need to run the house to have some choices in having your meals.

I see that is the problem there then. Your parents treated you like a nuisance, a piece of tumor that was unwanted but they had to have you anyways and therefore they commanded over you to get some sick satisfaction. The mere mention of you saying "it was their house" means you were never part of a loving family where everything theirs was yours. And you are now holding that pattern with your own child and niece.

Yup, you are a sad little man. Perhaps you truly have no control over anything else in life therefore you transfer that sickness over to your children. Hopefully none of your children ever have to go to a therapist by the time they are in their late teens. I guess it is for parents like YOU for which children in the West cannot wait to be 18 and get the hell out of their houses.

You'll be the parent trying to negotiate with the child in the middle of the store while she throws a tantrum, no doubt.