Tonight he decided that he's not "allergic" to red juice anymore. He was drinking it fine and even trying dinner, as Eric was enforcing that he had to have one bite of carrot, steak, and mashed potato before he could eat an orange roll. We asked him how he liked the steak and he said, "It tastes like chocolate. And chicken." He was chugging along quite impressively for his usual picky self when he tried a potato skin. He made a yucky face as he chewed it, but said it tasted good when I asked. Then he proceeded to upchuck all that hard work, including the red juice. Perhaps he really is allergic to red juice!
I asked him if he felt okay and he said that his tooth was loose. That's tooth number three in a matter of a couple of weeks. Maybe he's allergic to loose teeth. He may be on a jello diet soon since he won't have any teeth to chew with. He would be ecstatic if that were all he had to eat =)
After Avery saw Tate throw-up, she took a bite of carrot, probably for the first time ever, and then spit it all out on her plate as she had just seen Tate do. Nice.
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