It went about as you might expect when you take a jet-lagged, short on sleep, antacid-free, hungry, clingy, mommy-obsessed, nearly two-year old to a slightly familiar but intimidating location and try to force feed him things he doesn't want.
He took the first peanut butter cracker willingly.
The second grudgingly.
The third dollop of peanut butter was rubbed into his gums off mommy's covert finger.
By the end of the "food challenge", as these things are called, Nate was standing in the hallway outside the exam room crying big fat tears and screaming "No more chocolate" over and over. You'd think we were sticking him with hot pokers instead of trying to forcefeed him more Reese's peanut butter cups. Dark chocolate ones, no less.
The upshot is that he is now allowed to eat peanuts, having demonstrated no evidence of allergy despite consuming several ounces of peanut product. On the flip side, I don't know if he's ever going to want to eat it after the trauma it induced.
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