carrots! are you trying to make me barf?

The other night I made the family meatloaf. SJ can't eat the mashed potatoes (I use butter in them!), so I made fried potatoes (made with olive oil) for him and Bob. I asked my husband to open a can of veggies. He said, "How about mixed vegetables?" I replied, "No, I am not in the mood for them." He asked, "What about green beans?" I said, "No, we just had them. Just make carrots." Now, the only person who really likes carrots is my husband, but I am trying to get the boys to eat some different vegetables.

My husband has them in the microwave when the king sniffer comes down. (SJ is always running down the stairs asking "what is that I smell?") "What is in the microwave?" asked SJ. "Carrots," I replied. "Carrots! I hate carrots! Are you trying to make me barf?" yelled SJ. "That is what I am trying to do. It won't kill you to eat a few carrots," I said with an eye roll.

We are all at the dining room table when the complaining begins again. "Why do Bob and I have to eat carrots?" asked SJ. "Because they are healthy and good for you," said my husband. "Just eat them." He ate his meatloaf and potatoes. "I can't eat those carrots," said SJ with tears in his eyes. "Yes you can," I said trying to stay calm. "Can I put ketchup on them?" he asked. "That is fine with me. Just eat them," I said. He put some ketchup on his plate and began dipping a carrot in the ketchup.

I was finished, so I started to rinse out the pots and pans. As I was doing this, I heard Bob yell to SJ to just go spit it out in the sink. SJ's mouth was completely full of carrots and ketchup and he was making himself gag. I thought he was going to throw up and I told him to stop it. His gagging got worse, so he threw up in my sink. It was so gross! I told him I was so upset with him for making himself sick over a few carrots. I told him to go back in the dining room and finish the carrots he had. I also told him if he threw up again I would take 5 plushies.

He managed to finish the rest of the carrots and kept them down. He came into the kitchen with his empty plate. He said, "I promise to eat something else healthy, Mom. Please don't make me eat carrots again." So sad and pathetic over a few tablespoons of cooked carrots. I must be the meanest mom in the world.