Angelee, like most two-year-olds I've known, can be a little picky about what she eats. Apples? Yes, please. Actually, any kind of fruit meets with a happy girl face. Chunks of meat? Yes! But bologna or sandwich meats? Nope. She'll turn up her nose at a fried egg, but happily eat a scrambled one. She won't eat dry cold cereal unless it comes from the drawer in Dad's office. She loves peanut butter and jam sandwiches. Juice? Ice cream? Jello? Mashed potatoes? Yes, and yes. Toast? Not so much. Oh, and she'll eat most anything on Mom's plate. We learn what kind of things she generally likes, and slowly introduce other things so her diet is well-rounded.
Today, however, she has been very picky. Pancakes and syrup went over pretty well, but she didn't want her standard cup of milk. Her lunch was mostly untouched, and she kept asking for candy and sweets (see what nasty Halloween does?). I kept trying to get her to eat good things. Moms don't give up on their kids.
So I'm shaking my head about her afternoon snack: cat food. She let herself out the back door, and before I could get to her, she had squatted down by the cat dish and was eagerly chowing down. Yum.