Breakfast of Champions

I have hit my limit on the number of times I am willing to say "Cambel, eat your dinner." So, Kevin and decided that we were done, and whatever was not eaten when dinner was over, Cambel could have for breakfast. Cambel left his vegetables and fruit and told me that he would like to have them for breakfast (yes, he really said that). This morning he was not quite so amenable to the idea of rewarmed broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower or to chunks of watermelon. But not to be dissuaded by pity (because it did look really disgusting), I held to my word and Cambel ate every last bit of his dinner. And happily, the vegetables and fruit disappeared remarkably fast at lunch.  Maybe I really will write a parenting book (even though I stole this idea from my sister and a friend, who heard it from another friend, and Dr. Dobson, apparently before he took on politics, also suggested this technique, and pretty much everybody else I talk to suggests this. So maybe I'll hold off on the parenting book--at least until after dinner tonight, or when I come up with an original parenting idea that actually works).