There are times I wonder if they will ever change. Ever.
Zippy the Monkey Boy is a young man already, had his 18th birthday and everything. For almost since he could express himself (at the time, by spitting stuff out and all over me), Zippy the Monkey Boy has been a picky eater. I mean, that little dude would instantly know if you were trying to sneak some sweet potatoes by him and would spit them way, way out.
He continued being a picky eater all through elementary school and middle school. By high school, he’d made some changes and was willing to try new things like fish.
However, I noticed, that he was only willing to try things that were completely new. He would not try anything that was a variation on something he already liked. I thought that was long past, though.
But I was wrong.
Late last week, I was in the kitchen improvising a dinner. One of the favorite dishes in this house is a peanut chicken and noodles. I normally use a specific type of Asian noodles. This time, though, I didn’t have that kind of noodles. And I had beef slices for stir fry, not chicken.
Still, I thought, it sounded like a good mix.
And I continued to think that, even if I was alone in that while cooking.
“Change is bad, Dad,” Zippy the Monkey Boy told me repeatedly after he asked what was for dinner. “You know I don’t like change.”
He kept up that refrain for the hour it took to finish dinner. He kept it up as I forced him to sit down at the table and start eating.
At which point, he shut up, only opening his mouth to put in more of the peanut beef and noodles. And then he finished his broccoli, got up and helped himself to another serving.
Hyper Lad, too, scarfed down a big helping, despite having mixed feelings about the change before he started eating.
I tried not to be too smug, but it was hard. I kept wanting to tell him, to tell them both, “I told you so,” but I managed to keep myself restrained.
I did tell them I was glad they liked it and, in return, I got a scowl from Zippy the Monkey Boy.
“It worked out this time, Dad,” he said. “But don’t try it again on any other meal. Change is bad.”
And I have to wonder, will they ever change?