Before I was a doctor, I was a mom to three little children. I started medical school when my kids were aged five, three, and 10 months old, which—perhaps not coincidentally—is the same year I began seeing white hairs on my head. In order for survival (mine, not theirs), we had a few house rules: 1. Eat what you get, or you will have to wait to eat at the next meal. 2. You dirty a dish, you wash it. 3. “I’m your mom, not your short-order cook.” We had varying degrees of success with following these rules, but these guidelines made our transition to a plant-based diet much easier (which happened when my children were 18, 16, and 13).
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You see, when your kids are raised to understand that whatever is on their plates is what they eat, it doesn’t take long before they learn that being picky and whiny is the equivalent of going to bed hungry. Thanks to these…