Gag me with a spoon

Ryan has a Vintage Cooper way of showing his displeasure with some foods: Gagging.

Certainly there are some foods that get a gag more than others. But it's not as predictable as you might think, leading Hunter and I to believe that sometimes it really is a mood thing.

He'll take the food off the spoon and attempt to swallow it without chewing – I think so he can get it out of his mouth as soon as possible – and then he gags.

Or he'll eat a few bites of something that he's always liked before, then decide he doesn't want it. Gag.

Sometimes we get a gag at simply the sight of an offensive food.

This is clearly a Cooper trait because my brother was the gaggiest kid ever. Of course I love him, but many of my memories of him as a kid involved either karate chops to my legs or him gagging at dinner. I'm fairly sure we made fun of him, and now I have a boy with the same habit.

So we make fun of him. Well, Hunter more than me.



Don't worry, everyone. I've stopped serving him peas.