picky eater
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2009.03.20
The boy is well and truly a picky eater. I don't know how he's managed to grow so big and healthy, because he barely eats anything at meal time. Rather, he spends his time carefully dropping morsels on to the rapidly aging carpet.
And yet Mari gets him fed, somehow. I have to hand it to her, she has the patience of some sort of religious martyr figure!