Food is my thing. I am not really worried about when he walks or talks or if he can read at some obscenely young age. I am assuming that by college, his wedding day the latest, these skills would have been mastered. I want my kid to love good, healthy food. I am jealous of those people who say things like, “He was eating Chicken Tikka Masala before he turned one.” and “My Timmy was eating kale at 6 months.” Needless to say, Rowan does not eat Chicken Tikka Masala, but we are making progress though slowly. He is addicted to Cheerios like it’s crack (fail), but he does like grapes and kale chips (win!). So this morning in my attempt to get Rowan to love blueberries (he does not), I surrounded them on a plate with bits of buttered toast dusted in cinnamon. He ate one, rolled it around his mouth a bit and then spit it out. But he let it enter his mouth! Success! He must have ingested at least one antioxidant!