When my middle son was a toddler, he had a thing about food texture. In the family video vault, that place where VHS tapes go to die, there’s film footage of him sitting at the bar in a random rent house somewhere. He’s probably 3. He swears we had stuffed his mouth to capacity with green beans, French style, to be exact. He doesn’t know. He was 3. Ask me, the mom who was there. At most, there were 3 green beans hanging from his mouth. Also, there was lots of slobber and tears. See, he didn’t care for green beans or green anything or, really, any foods at all. Any edible substance placed into his mouth would result in a full, catastrophic melt down of epic proportions. He began dropping weight. The pediatrician became concerned. “Let’s try and get this guy to eat, shall we?” I cried all the way home. How dare that self-absorbed doctor dare to look at me and assume the problem was my lack of trying! So, I tried harder, hence the green bean episode. Finally, I caved. Fine, let the kid eat the only thing he’s willing to eat. Enter Peter Pan creamy peanut butter. That’s all he consumed until he turned 12. I am not kidding. If we were at a family wedding with a delicious buffet of barbeque and mashed potatoes and Czech delicacies like klobase and strudel and apricot kolaches (those sausage things at the doughnut store are pigs in a blanket, not kolaches, FYI), out of my mom purse would appear 2 slices of white bread and a jar of peanut butter. Relatives began gifting him with the industrial cans from Sam’s Club, as a joke. But, the real story was a mom win. I supplemented his 2-ingredient diet with Slim- Fast. I mean, there are nutrients in there. There was no Ensure back then. There were no calorie dense protein powders. It was the 90s. Eventually, he turned 12 and ate a hamburger at a friend’s house. I cried because I wasn’t there to witness the miracle. At least there were no more sightings of a kid who lived off of diet drinks and peanut butter. It was magic, though, that formula. That’s what mommas do. We make magic.