At age 4, we have finally started ordering Patrick food from the children’s menu sometimes when we eat out. Not so much because we expect him to eat it, but because his tastes differ from my tastes and it’s no longer practical to share.
Here is a sample of a restaurant meal for Patrick. On the left, the food we ordered for him from the kid’s menu. Spaghetti and french fries. On the right, what he will actually eat.
The rest comes home, goes in the fridge, and is leftover for a week, at which point we throw it away.
But it’s a few dollars to let him choose what he wants to eat. Which, we you don’t eat much, kind of matters.
(P.S. At the end of this meal, he stopped at each table on the way out to personally say goodbye to all of the other diners.)