To this war of every man against every man, this also is consequent; that nothing can be unjust. The notions of right and wrong, justice and injustice, have there no place. Where there is no common power, there is no law; where no law, no injustice. Force and fraud are in war the two cardinal virtues. – Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan
Thomas Hobbes, 16th Century English political philosopher, must also have had a toddler who refused to eat.
Adam examines every bit of food placed before him as though everyone in the room is suspect. Surely we are all trying to kill him with these substances we call “food.” The only safe food seems to be that which comes from a box and made from a grain, cereal, crackers, etc. which he can identify from a mile away in the local grocery. His skills are a still a little off in this area – he begged me for a the small, yellow box…of sugar while I was cooking a few nights ago. I don’t think so.
Traditional “kid” foods like hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, pizza, and spaghetti are totally out the window. Attempting to eat in a restaurant with him is just not something we even attempt these days. This week in desperation, as we stood in front of the fridge , I asked, “Is there anything in here that interests you in the least?” Grapes. He pointed to the grapes. Oh yes, my liege, there is nothing I would like more than to cut grapes into fourths to prevent you from choking on the one thing you deigned permissable to eat.
He gleefully took his dish to the table, climbed up on a chair, and ate one bite. He climbed down, took his dish to the trash, and threw away the carefully quartered grapes… piece by piece.
Behold December 14, 2009. Note the remnants of broccoli on his face and hands. See the absence of nasty faces, food on the floor, and holding the plate in the air in utter outrage:
Ahhh the good old days.
And this concludes this post. Not because I’m done but because at 6:52 AM he is already awake…and so begins another day of food wars.
