Stroke of a Genius!

I like to pride myself in the fact that my kids will eat anything and everything. Really, they are the best eaters I have ever known. Fruits, vegetables, weird looking food…no problem. Often after scarfing down one plate full they ask for seconds. (which has me worried about their teenage years…will they eat us out of house and home?)

For this I am so grateful.

Until the other week when all of the sudden they wouldn’t finish even one plate of food. No matter what it was. They weren’t sick…just not interested in eating anything I made. (I’m not the best cook, but my food is edible, ha!)

Oh snap.

Had all of my time bragging on my perfect little eaters backfired? I was afraid so. What’s a mom to do? Let her kids live off of chicken nuggets and french fries?

After a week of fighting with the boys, and tossing out plate after plate of picked though food, Sam and I thought we were going to die. (yes, we are dramatic like that…and by we I mean me.)

Then a stroke of genius hit us.

Sitting down for our dinner one night Sam said, “Whoever finishes their food first gets a trophy!”

You could see the excitement in the boys’ eyes as they began to devour their food. Only one problem…

We didn’t have the promised trophy. I just knew this was going to end badly, and as Ethan finished his plate of food I braced myself.

“I’m finished daddy, where’s my trophy?”

Sam didn’t seem phased by our dilemma in the slightest. Instead he grabbed something on the table and handed it to Ethan.

“Here is your trophy Ethan. I am so proud you finished your food first!”

With a big grin on his face Ethan turned, displayed his trophy for me, then quickly ran off with it in the living room.

Since that one night, every meal is a race to win the trophy…

Can you guess what it is??