Evan's being a very picky eater has always given me the most headaches when we visited
He only eats certain Chinese dishes and it is very hard to make him try new things without a cry (I realize I am guilty as charged). So very often at the dinner table, it was either a stressful discipline episode getting him to try new dishes or I had to go to McDonald's or Pizza Hut so we could have a peaceful meal time. And with my father just gone through chemo therapy, I had given in to the fast food more than I would like even though I felt very bad about it.
One day my mom bought some breaded chicken nuggets saying the person who sold them claimed that they would taste the same as the ones from McDonald's. It would save me a trip if Evan eats it.
I tried one and he was right. So we fried a couple nuggets and put them in a McDonald's bag we happened to have and gave it to Evan.
"Evan, look what we've got! Chicken nuggets from McDonald's!" I said to him.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed and grabbed one out of the bag. But instead of putting it directly to his mouth, he stopped to look at it and even slightly frowned his eyebrows for a second. I felt my heart went up and just hung there in the middle of my chest.
Then he took a bite and few seconds later, he put the nugget back to the bag, "Mommy, this is not chicken nugget from McDonald's." He declared, "This is brown chicken nugget and McDonald's chicken nugget is yellow. They are not the same."
Indeed, the color of the "fake" nugget was just slightly darker than the ones from McDonald's. But how in the world could he be so sensitive to these tiny differences, I was just amazed that we couldn't fool him.
