My son hated broccoli as a child..but the TA's at my son's school got him to eat it by saying for every broccoli he ate, he got an M&M. They'd let him pick from the bowl. Eventually the M&M's were dropped from the deal when he finally realized that broccoli wasn't so bad. I also got him to eat spinach by pretending I was totally grossed out every time he ate it. He got a kick out of watching my face go sour and pretend I was gagging with every bite he took.

when i was about two my parent brought me to a sushi restraunt. I got a plate of kids teryaki chicken. I saw my parents got a sashimi platter. When I saw the tuna I thought it was watermelon. Being the dumb two year-old I was, I asked, "Is that watermelon?" (I LOVED watermelon when I was young, and I still do). My parents said, "uhh, YEP!". I happily grabbed the tuna, stuffed it in my mouth. and chewed... and chewed... and chewed... I LOVED IT! Thats how my parents got me into sushi.

I am a very lucky mother. My daughter eats just about anything. Didn't need to use any of these silly tricks either (I don't mind them but they are not my style). I just put food in front of her (what we were also eating) and allowed her not to eat it, no big deal. Now she loves salads, soups, anything really and would also try foods she doesn't like to see if she has changed her mind.

My son refused to eat meatloaf so I cut it into cubes, put spaghetti sauce on it and told him that they were square meatballs. He always asked for the square meatballs.

Im a tall woman, I hit 6 feet tall at 17. At a family reunion on my dad's side many many years ago, I was approached by one of my relatives who told me her 7 year old twin boys wanted to know how I got so tall. So rather than give the usual response of how my maternal grandfather is nearly 7 feet tall, she asked me if I would tell her boys that I ate my vegetables and ate any healthy thing my mother put in front of me. I loved the idea and have told this lie to children who've asked ever since. Besides the truth of how my height is genetic, the bigger lie is how I preferred cafeteria food in high school and my mother's bad cooking was fed to my dog.

My sister would only eat mashed potato if we called it fluffy clouds. Then we got her to eat mashed potato mixed with mashed pumpkin by calling it fluffy yellow clouds. She is 22 and actually mentioned it the other day because she is still amazed that it got her to eat pumpkin.

My mom used to force feed me and my brother cooked spinach telling us we will grow strong like popeye. We didn't like watching popeye at the time and I didn't want my arms to look like his. So we used to take 3 spoonfuls of the spinach and make our rounds spitting it out the window into the neighbors' yard, in the toilet, in a bag, or garbage bin. After 20 years, we still don't like spinach. Turns out it's cause it makes us gassy and bloated so do curciferous veggies (broccili, cauliflour, etc.) No wonder why kids don't like them. It has nothing to do with taste, it just gives them a gassy tummy.

My mom hid the broccoli in other meat and stuff

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