My son, the carboholic

I was dropping my seven-year-old son off for a playdate this morning with a friend from school.  My conversation with the other boy's mother went something like this:

Mother: Does your son have any food allergies?

Me: Nope, he can eat whatever.  But I should warn you, he's really picky.

Mother: Well, I'm sure we'll find something.  What does he like?

Me: Pasta and bread. 

Mother: OK, that's easy enough.

Me: But only white pasta.

Mother: Oh, OK.  Well, we could do grilled cheese.

Me: But he'll only eat white bread.

Mother: Oh.  OK, I think I can find some.

My son: But only with American cheese!

Mother: Oh...

Her son: He likes broccoli!

My son: But only baby broccoli.

Mother: Oh...

Me: I'm not telling you this so that you'll accommodate him.  If he can't find something to eat, he'll just have to deal.

Mother: Well, we have hot dogs without the buns.  Does he eat hot dogs?

Me: No, only the buns.

Mother: Oh...

Me: If you have any crackers, he might eat those...

When I picked him up later, I asked him if he had found anything to eat.  He told me that the other mother let him go to the deli and buy some M&Ms.  Which is exactly what I would have done in that situation.  Next time, I'll pack him a lunch.

This is an original post to NYC Moms Blog. Amy also edits the NYC section of Famplosion, blogs about parenting in Brooklyn while keeping herself sane and comfortable at Selfish Mom, and attempts to keep one step ahead of the stalkers and paparazzi at Filming in Brooklyn and Examiner.com.