As a kid, I was a picky eater and sat with a plate of food for an hour everyday, just picking and playing with it.  It is funny that whenever we see a kid who is a picky eater, we do not understand why they are making such a big fuss. I think to myself, “It’s food..it is fun!! I wish I could eat and snack all day without feeling guilty or slapping on a thousand pounds!”As adults, we forget that when we were kids we were no different. We question why our kids have to be fussy but we forget the pain our parents went through in trying to feed us everyday. My mother like any Indian mother was a milk tyrant and forced down warm milk in me every morning in the hopes that I would get taller and stronger. There were days I bought into her milk propoganda but most days I peacefully protested by avoiding drinking the glass of milk for about an hour.  I would watch the clock hoping that the glass would miraculously disappear but soon …