So you take your little family to eat sushi. And the host seats you in one of those little sushi restaurant booths that’s like, 360 degrees of booth with no place for a highchair pretty much guaranteeing chaos will ensue.
The first thing your danger loving toddler does is go for the pointy objects. He must have all the chopsticks.
Soon you realize it is every mommy for herself. Watch out for your eyeballs!
Try to eat soup while wrangling a toddler with a death wish.
Eat a little nigiri, do a little people watching.
Maybe I’ll give these chopsticks a try…
Almost got it…
There we go! Figured out the problem, justdidn’t have enough chopsticks.
Hmm, let’s see if she eats it first…
It’s always fun taking Henry to sushi. We do let him eat the raw stuff, and have from the start, but I ate raw sushi (when I was able to eat anything at all) during my pregnancy as well. The waitress always gets really excited, and invariably there is some old lady in a corner giving us the stink eye because she is certain we are the worst parents on the face of the earth. Henry will usually eat some sushi, though he does seem to be forming some picky habits (we were hoping to avoid that but alas! he is but a humanbaby), yesterday his favorite thing was the tempura jalapenos and unagi.
I totally dig that I have a sushi and jalapeno eating toddler.
Though in the spirit of full disclosure, I have also had, on occasion, a toddler who refuses to eat anything but french fries. You win some, you lose some.