A Manly Meal

Connor's one of the shorter boys on his baseball team and he's been wondering if there's anything he can do to grow faster.

We've pointed out to the kid that the cause is likely his pernicious penchant for cereal--gross, stale, cardboard tasting, cereal--which has probably stunted his growth. Turns out lucky charms ain't so lucky. Connor would be happy eating cereal for every single meal. I don't even buy the massively sugary kind either. But it doesn't matter. If you turn your back, he'll eat it for lunch and dinner and for the four or five snacks Connor inhales each day. Life for that sneaky boy is Cereal, Cereal, Cereal. The kid has rarely used a fork.  
(I just know that his terrible taste buds are most likely the result of a young and naive parental proclamation: I once swore I'd NEVER have a picky eater.) 

But recently we've decided to draw the line and made a bold declaration: If the meal doesn't start with a B, it ain't coming out of a Box. At the Skillman house, there's now A prohibition on any food that's doused with milk. 

And it seems to be working--at least we think it is. With Connor's new-found interest in health, chiefly his height health, he's recently heeded our admonition to expand his palate and eat more manly meals which will make him grow.

But from the looks of things, apparently he didn't hear the part of our rally speech that included the words "leafy greens" as his first foray into a real man meal was to broaden his gastric intake with meat. Just meat. This was his idea of dinner last night, in which he made claims that he thinks it'll make him grow...

One bun, hold the mayo. Big beef patty, eight bacon strips (which were mostly eaten before I snapped a pic). Oh, and cheese, all on a very macho paper plate.

Our next declaration may have to be for meals that require a fork.  But I guess we're making some slow progress. It's better than cereal.