Four years old.
Strapped into a high chair.
Forced to sit there for HOURS until I finished my saurkraut.
Absolutely LOVE the stuff, now.
In retrospect, I deserved it.
“Four years old.
Strapped into a high chair.
Forced to sit there for HOURS until I finished my saurkraut”
I remember that well. Mine wasn’t saurkraut, it was milk that we had every meal. I hate milk to this day. I love all other kinds of dairy products though.
Strapped into a high chair.
Forced to sit there for HOURS until I finished my saurkraut.
A little older, but I had the same thing happen to me with canned peas - hours at the table refusing to eat just one.
Still won't eat them.
I was traumatized by peas as a small child ;)