No person in the world will humble you like your second child will. As soon as my firstborn started eating solid foods, I puréed her fresh vegetables and exotic fruits. I took her out for sushi and tacos. She ate with the gusto of what I called a "good eater," and I applauded myself for it.
Then her baby sister arrived. And she, in contrast, pretty much wouldn't eat anything that wasn't plain buttered noodles. Like her father, she is a natural-born picky eater. It's taken me a very long time to get here, but I can now say that it's not her fault. It's not my fault either. In fact, it's not a fault at all.
