LOL..
my mom would make us eat liver and onions when she and dad would have a steak There were no tricks... they used to sit there and watch the four of us eat the yucky stuff to make sure we ate it. No tricks.... just authority! LOL

From time to time she laid down the law to us as well. I like to think that either she preferred the sporting aspect of fooling us - like using a fishing lure rather than a net - or the fact that it was a more peaceful & quiet way of getting nutrition into us.

Kat I absolutely loved liver as a child. It was steak I didn't care for. Today I love both.

I want my kids to eat oatmeal! how did your mom do it?
My 12 year old refuses to eat them, do you think I need a new box? I'll try anything.

Your mom and dad sound like a I love Lucy show!

It was the 50's and it WAS a bit like Lucy except Mom was no dummy and it was my Dad who had the "splanin' to do" from time to time.

My hairdresser said she was always proud that at her house there was a *pitcher* of milk on the table at mealtimes for her family of six -- never milk in the bottle or carton it came in from the store. She didn't catch on for years that her mother was using powdered milk.

In the very lean years after my parents divorced my mother would sometimes 'allow' us to have 'Breakfast for Dinner', which might be waffles or pancakes with a couple strips of bacon. (Filling and cheap.)

If I told my children that a certain food was for grownups only, but they could have a small taste, it made them want it even more. I did not try this with food that I was sure they would not like.

I used to make my own spaghetti sauce. My kids hated mushrooms, so I just chopped them in the food processor, told them it was hamburger, and tossed them into the sauce. Also chopped carrots fine and put them into the sauce.

Gee, if you can't trust your mother, who can you trust?

softball...I must be related to your Mother....

When my son Jeff (age 31 now) was young he wanted some high dollar jeans that I just didn't feel we could afford at the time...

One day I went to the thrift store and found a pair. They were full of holes and real cheap. I bought them and sewed the leather patch on a pair of J.C. Penney plain pockets pants.

He was thrilled. He thought they were the real thing.

He wore them quite often, until one of his friend(s) noticed the snap on the front said J.C. Penney. He was just furious with me. Must have really embarrassed him.

Too bad I didn't have my dremel tool back then...That snap wouldn't have had any name left on it....hehe

My cousin's kids would not eat cottage cheese....yuk...so they told them it was snow..and mixed fruit in it. They loved it.

Mother's have to be tricky...lol

patti

DS Tyler is now 2.5yo. At night, he won't put on pajamas because he doesn't like any of his current ones (trucks, dinosaurs, and animals). So, I turn out the light and ask if he wants SpongeBob pajamas, and he puts them on every time! He has no idea what he's putting on in the dark, but his little mind is convinced he got spongebob (or whoever is the favorite that night).

My father loved both lamb and mutton and I didn't like either one, so my mother would cook it rare for me and tell me it was steak. Always tasted like the way wet wool smells, to me.

WHen my son was about 4 he wanted to "stay up until midnight". It was around 9 and he was getting crabby and I was ready for bed. He asked what time Midnight was...I said 9:00...he was happy, went to bed no problems!

Vickey-MN

My parents tried everything to make us drink powdered milk. Mixing it and chilling overnight, mixing with "real" milk, pouring it into pop cans ROFL! We could smell it a mile away. They stopped trying, eventually. We were allowed enough milk for one bowl of cereal per day, or to put in tea. That was it. If we were thirsty, there was the tap.

I remember being at a friends house, and they each got a HUGE glass of milk at every meal, and were forced to drink it. Seemed so crazy to me LOLOLOL.

My Mom always tried to get me to eat split pea soup and I always hated it.
One day, when I was in high school, I walked in the front door and said "Yuck, we are having split pea soup for dinner."
She and my favorite aunt told me it was not split pea soup, it was potato soup. I knew by the smell what it was but they thought since they used yellow peas I wouldn't know the difference.
I still dislike split pea soup.

When I was a kid we had a heifer and a bull amongst other various farm animals. My brother made a pet out of the bull so when it came time to slaughter him he cried and cried. When my mother would take out some of the meat my brother would ask if it was Bully and if so he refused to eat it. So my mother bought a package of meat at the grocery store and after using the meat washed the wrapper and tray and every time she would take out some Bully meat she would place the tray and wrapper on the counter. He never caught on and ate the meat happily.

I don't remember any tricks my mom used on us kids. But, the milk thing, growing up me and my brothers drank tons of it. 2% in cartons. I remember my mom going to the commissary every couple weeks and buying at least 10 cartons of milk. We were only a family of 5 and my dad was gone most of the time. Now, we 3 are lucky to finish one gallon in a week. I end up wasting a lot of it because it goes bad.

My mom also tried the powdered milk for a while but I don't remember her trying to trick us into drinking it. We drank it, although, it wasn't as good as the real stuff.