I’m not doing it

 I’m not doing it.

I’m not turning mealtime into a power struggle for a season that is so short.

They can eat what they will.
They can eat when they will.

One day they’ll grow out of it and we’ll laugh about the beige phase, the three-food rotation, the nights they survived on snacks and vibes.

Until then, I’m choosing my battles.
And this just isn’t one of them.

Peace over power struggles.
Connection over control.
Fed is fed. 

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