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		<title>By: At Home With Faith &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Fussy Eater</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 02:33:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] was just reading on Mountain Momma&#8217;s Musings about her Son the Camel.  I can totally relate&#8230; to her son.  I was the fussy eater in my house when I was a kid.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>By: Faith</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[My mother got a call from my second grade teacher about my lunches.  My teacher saw me eating a sandwich - a mayo and mustard sandwich - nothing else.  When she spoke to my mother, the teacher was all worried about my health and home life.  My mother&#039;s reply - &quot;thank god she&#039;s eating something!&quot;  I must have tested her patience at every turn when it came to food - I was such the picky eater, plus I would eat in phases, too... frozen pizza for six months, then switch to something else for 6 months, etc.]]></description>
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