I have mixed feelings about the picky eater thing. My mom has narcissistic tendencies. She loves to tell people that, when we were kids, we had to take a small portion of everything and try one bite. If we didn't like it, it was okay, and we could have a peanut butter sandwich. The problem is that it's a total lie. She knew I hated meat and onions, so that's what she fixed every night: meat loaded with onions. And I would have to sit there until bedtime if I refused to eat it. I feel like there's a lot of control involved with some parents. It's a fine line between wanting your kid to try new things and make healthy choices and, "I'm the parent. You're the kid. Do what I say." I know it's an unpopular opinion. Feel free to bash. But i think it fits a few people here.