Coming from a Scandinavian-German-English heritage, we are not sure where Connor gets his aversion to potatoes from, yet he most asuredly hates to eat potatoes. He hates all forms of potatoes, including french fries. (However, he does like potato chips and 'tato cake. )
We tease him that he will be called to serve a mission to Ireland, like his father, or Idaho, where he will most definately eat potatoes.
Today, he asked that I make fried chicken for dinner. He loves fried chicken. I agreed, as long as he eats one bite of the mashed potatoes along with it. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to finangel a bite to potatoes into his mouth.
He readily agreed to my terms. However, when the time came to actually eat the potatoes, his courage wained slightly, yet, he mustered his strength and ate one large bite of mashed potatoes.
Yes, his face distorted with distaste for the mushy vegetable, but ate it he did! We are proud of you Connor. Great Job!
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