A few weeks ago Little Mister encountered his first ever pancakes. Given his usual ferocious appetite for food, we’d assumed he would love them as much as his sister always has. But he wouldn’t touch them!
He rejected the savoury option with ham and cheese. He even turned down the sweet delights of a chocolate spread filled desert pancake, which even the fussiest toddler would probably have struggled to refuse.
Just a fluke, we thought. He’d been a bit under the weather and, unusually for him, had been less fussed about food in general that weekend.
This is a boy can demolish a banana in a few bites. Who’s renowned for almost always eating thirds at nursery. Who screams if dinner is running late. And has been known to sob uncontrollably when pudding has finished, especially if it’s apple crumble!
I can count on one hand the foods he won’t eat. Actually, right now, pancakes is really the only thing I can think of!
This time two years ago his sister, who was a similar age to him now, was pleading for ‘more pancakes please! She had a complete meltdown when her Shrove Tuesday pancakes finished. I’d assumed her brother would be the same and then some. Boy versus pancakes is what I’d envisaged.
Alas, no. Today at nursery he consumed his usual thirds of ‘herby cod’ (his older sister only managed ‘most’ of her first helping). But the pudding column of his food chart read, for the first time ever I think, ‘none’. Apparently hardly any of the current contingent of babies ‘got’ pancakes.
At home tonight we tried again. Third time lucky, we thought. No way, he thought. He looked at his pancake with suspicion. He poked it a bit, licked some of the honey off, then pushed his plate away and said ‘no’. He would not be persuaded otherwise. He clamped his mouth shut and looked at me as if I was a complete idiot for even thinking he might want to eat what had been put in front of him.
I had thought I was going to have to add a footnote to this post saying he’d had a last minute change of heart. As I started writing this he wavered slightly. Unprompted, he did have a nibble of the then cold pancake which we’d left on the table. He still looked suspicious and was mainly playing with it but, at last, a piece did at least pass his lips!
Oh dear hehe! Esp with the sweet option. Really good that he’s such a great eater though – herby cod sounds yummy #MMWBH
I know, I can’t believe he turned down the sweet ones! This is a boy who given half a chance eats old crumbs off the carpet – suddenly he seems to have limits!
We have numerous conversations with the Tubblet where she tells us that she’s not eating that even though it’s all things she likes. Just not together! Good luck next year when you have another go.
Thanks. I’m sure once the penny drops there’ll be no stopping him and next year’s pancakes will be demolished in the same way most other food is!
I guarantee he’ll grow out of it before long! I was just the same!!
Dangerous things those pancakes!
I don’t think I’ve come across a child that doesn’t like pancakes before, that face is funny! #Sharewithme
If you’d seen his usual approach to food you’d be even more bemused! Thanks for popping by.
Doesn’t like pancakes?! What is this craziness?! Pancakes was our most successful meal this week! #MMWBH
I am as bemused as you! At least I got to eat mine without him begging for more.
It’s funny the things they decide they don’t like. N loves pancakes – he had them 4 times on pancake day – breakfast, lunch, tea and evening. I was jealous – I’m on a diet so couldn’t have any
Haha – this little mans face when he has the pancakes infront of him, full disgust. He’s a wee giggle. I personally LOVE pancakes! Thanks so much for linking up with #MadMidWeek
Me too! Hopefully we can cure his apparent pancake phobia!
OH yes I have a pancake lover and a pancake hater in this house too. Bless them. lol Thanks for linking up to Share With Me. #sharewithme