I am exhausted by my offspring’s nasal sensitivity.
I have mentioned Rhett(6)’s aversion to the stench of toast.Â It was my true belief that if I ignored it, it would eventually go away.
It appears this was overly optimistic motherly hope.
Not only has Rhett’s toast over-reaction continued, Reid(8) has harnessed the power of toast for evil.Â Early morning screams are often overheard in the kitchen as one brother is chasing the other with the vile breakfast food.
This is NOT a new problem.Â I am raising sensitive boys – not in the good way, but the irritating one.
This morning was the perfect demonstration of food aversion musical chairs…
Rhett:Â Mom!Â Reid is making toast.Â Does he HAVE to eat it?
Me:Â Yes, you can sit at the kitchen table and he can sit at the kitchen counter so you don’t smell it.
Ryan:Â Mom, can you make me some eggs?
Me:Â Sure.Â Sit down by Reid and I will fry you an egg.
Reid:Â He can’t sit by me.Â I can’t STAND the smell of eggs.
Rhett:Â He can sit by me!Â I like eggs.
Me:Â Ryan, go sit by Rhett.
*a few minutes later I deliver 2 fried eggs to Ryan at the kitchen table*
Ryan:Â Mom, can I put some cheese on these?
Me:Â Sure.Â Let me get you some.
Rhett:Â HE CAN’T SIT BY ME IF HE IS EATING CHEESE!