My son started out as a very picky eater. He refused to eat fruits and veggies and wouldn't even look at something if it wasn't pancakes, chicken nuggets or pizza. When he was about 3 or 4, I had had enough. I started working very hard to expand his palate. Progress came at a snail's pace, but it came.
Today is his sixteenth birthday and he's completely excited about this evening's menu: duck breasts with raspberry sauce, baby potatoes roasted in duck fat and haricots verts with shallots.
And this from a kid who used to roll his green beans off the tray of his high chair.
I'm one happy mom tonight. Now, if I can just get him to cook. ;o)