Right, so after 3 1/2 years of my DS being incredibly fussy, to the point where he will eat cereal, sandwiches (with limited selection of fillings), chicken nuggets, chips, eggs and pasta pesto parcels (tortellini with pesto), I have decided enough is enough.
I read The House of Tiny Tearaways book the other day at soft play so decided I would give Dr Tanya's advice a go (because I love her). So tonight I served for inch long pieces of spaghetti alongside a piece of bolognese that was probably about the size of a shirt button. 45 minutes of sobbing later (coupled with running out of the room and slamming doors), he had eaten the bits of spaghetti but refused to eat the tiny piece of bolognese - it looks like cat food apparently and although we do have a cat, she eats dry food.
So that was that. No pudding, gone to bed.
I feel shit now. This is going to get better isn't it? I know I've got to do it and I really wish I'd not let him get away with it for as long as I have done :(