Chris is going through a stage right now where he won’t eat anything but junk. We’re trying to be tough and get a few good meals in his system, but he’s as stubborn as I am. Tonight I insisted he eat the same meal as the rest of the family. From the tears and screams you would think I was feeding him rat poison. Nope, it’s just grilled chicken, peas and new potatoes. I even went to the go to line of “There are starving children Africa!” (Which didn’t work, Africa just reminds him of the Madagascar movies).