It's arrived.

Well, it's here.

One of the beasts I've dreaded encountering the most.

The monster that books have been written on and talkshows have been dedicated to.

The legendary horror that I used to shake my head in sympathy at when I'd hear the myths and legends of encounters being whispered from other mothers' mouths.

It started emerging from the shadows every now and then, but its presence has been made known with a deafening roar and a sinister snarl.

The Picky Eater.

Look at the way it carefully analyzes its food offering to determine the worthiness of the sustenance even touching its fingers.

Before flinging it across the room in utter contempt, horrified that one would even allow the foul thing in his presence.  Even if the beast screamed "MORE! MORE! MORE" for the very same food only the day before.

And to make his point all the more clear- EVERYTHING the offending piece of food touched must be BANISHED from its presence!

Don't even think of trying to trick the Picky Eater by telling it a.) enjoyed eating the same food only yesterday b.) the food tastes just like the thing it ate minutes before- the Picky Eater knows better than this c.) something it will truly love if it would PLEASE just take one bite. The Picky Eater scoffs and roars at the word "please".  It's for the weak. 

And lastly, the great and terrible Picky Eater can smell desperation like a shark can smell blood.  All attempts at bribe and trickery will consistently be met with a look of disdain and utter refusal.

However, the Picky Eater will happily accept cupcakes in any flavor.