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Does anyone have Superman Eggs?


Have you ever tried to feed healthy food to a toddler? If yes than you can totally relate to this post; even if you are lucky enough to not yet have faced this super challenging situation in life, do read on. It’s always good to learn strategy of enemy.

As you all know by now(if you are a regular to my blog), that I have three kids under 4 years of age. When you have not one but three kids, it is almost a daily routine that one or the other kid is not happy with what food you have cooked for them. So unless it’s a pizza or a burger or any junk food; you will find someone complaining.

No problem.

Being a mommy made you thick. So no whining or big teary eyes can melt you when it comes to feeding healthy food to your babies.


Kids are getting smarter. So instead of trying that cute innocent face with a big teary NO on their face; they are trying logic. And believe me you can never win over a 4-year old when it comes to logic.

Does anyone have Superman Eggs?
Does anyone have Superman Eggs?

Cutting the chase, my son Otu, who I guess is the opposite of Google (always asking weird questions); was super fascinated with Superman. He goes through these phases very often. Last time I checked he was Police.

Now he is a superman, wearing a cape and all, and thankfully no underwear over his pants. Phew!

I prepared a typical daily meal with roti, daal, vegetables and rice. Now the difficult part begins.

Except Otu, rest of the kids are on dining table eating peacefully.

Me: Otu, come here. Your food is on table.

Otu: (after giving a ‘you are not good enough for me’ kind of look to food)

Mamma, I will not eat this food.

Me: Why? What is wrong with this food?

Otu: I am Superman and superman don’t eat this food.

(smart huh!)

Me: really? Who told you that?

Otu: Mamma, I am Superman. (emphasizing on superman).

I know what Superman eats.

Me: Ok. So, tell me what Superman eats. I will make it for you.

Otu: Superman eats eggs. Superman Eggs. (with a big gesture as if eggs are not superman’s but of a dinosaur)

Now, it was my turn to play smart. So, I wrapped an egg in a napkin, like a nest holding an egg; and I showed it to him.

Me: Look, I found one Superman egg. You want to eat this one?

Otu: Mamma, this is not Superman Egg.

Me: What? This is a Superman Egg. Look it came all wrapped up like this.

Otu: Mamma, Superman egg fly like superman. It flies like this. (gesturing flying with his hands)

Me: but, this can fly too.

(Now I was flying that Super Egg with my hands just like a paper plane.)

Otu: Mamma! You are holding it.

Let it fly. Like Superman flies.

Me: You don’t need food. You are a true Superman.


PS: Now, Otu is a Soldier. So, he is eating non flying eggs.