You know the Mother's curse? "Someday you'll have a child just like you!"
Well, it's come to pass.
When I was little, I was apparently a very picky eater. Now I have 1 1/2 picky eaters. Xander is a full-time extremely picky eater. Jessica is hard to feed lunch and sometimes dinner. I recently heard myself saying to her, "You don't want peanut butter and jelly, or grilled cheese or soup or lunch meats."
Then I remembered the somewhat infamous incident in my childhood when my mother went on a rant directed at me, "You don't like chicken, you don't like fish, you don't like turkey, you don't like steak. What *do* you like?"
And then Lisa, ever useful, even at age 6, piped up, "I know something else Laura doesn't like."
I guess I deserve my picky eaters.