I started telling Z-Dub that the food on my plate is poop. Yep, poop. Even if it looks like his, smells like his, and I'm eating it, I still tell him its poop and its yucky.
"Ewwwwhhhh! Daddy's eating poop," he yells out.
But lately this new strategy has started to fail me, especially since he'll eat basically anything.
I think I'll have to explore an even newer strategy. Perhaps something more simple.
Maybe not sitting next to him at the table will be the best way to deal with his food thievery.


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