My little brother really hates fruit. I don't know why. Maybe it's the texture, the natural sweetness, or the fact that it's healthy - I'm not really sure. But he really, really hates fruit.
Unfortunately for him, this summer, I'm Wyatt's nanny. I'm in charge of lunches, playing, and general lack of boredom during his day. That's right, I'm in charge of lunches. I always put a heaping pile of fruit on his plate and insist that he eats it. At first, he'd throw monstrous tantrums, crying, screaming, and gagging while a single grape made its way down his esophagus. He's gotten better, though, thanks to some tricks I've tried. Firstly, I must always eat his fruit with him. It's only fair if I eat fruit, too. Secondly, I don't put up with this gagging shit. He is sternly scolded for throwing any sort of fit while eating fruit. Finally, I count down to cut down on the anticipation - it's like I'm the belligerent kid at the bottom of the high-dive, and he's the terrified kid at the top. The panic gets to him and he just goes through with it.
Right now, I'm trying to make fruit more appealing to him. I'm slowly introducing juice, which he's apparently never liked (imagine, disliking juice?! how crazy!). Additionally, I'm trying to make fruit fun. Sticking strawberries on my fingers, having contests to see who can eat the most, and finding out whose mouth holds the most grapes have all had limited success, but he's only really been jazzed about one thing - Nanner Pops.
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