REALITY?: Breakfast Bar

I must admit, some children’s restaurant habits do annoy me. Scrambling over who has more, and only then of what they like. Pushing orts of this and that less tasty thing around and off the tray, like broccoli perhaps, and wonder if it really helps to call them “trees?”

Is it by color or by size they learn to sort what is presented? As I watch it seems as if there is a pattern well established at the start. Is taste acquired by watching mom and dad who surreptitiously avoid, but never fling their food?

Is there really inhibition of creative individuality in forcing children to remain at the table till the meal is done? Settling but a moment to grab a morsel to select, they fly off here and there to play, digesting what they’ve chosen to return to find another of the same alone.

Messy too, there ends up more beneath the tray and table than inside their little tummies; it would behoove them, and me as waitress, to simply sit and eat what’s offered at the time. Perhaps it is indeed the fare they’re given, and I shall, I think, add in more sunflower seeds, since that seems to be a favorite of the cardinals at least.