Before you click your mouse to comment on how this situation is my own fault, let me save you the trouble: I'm completely aware that I've created my own (very adorable!) little monsters. But that doesn't mean that I like it. At first, it was harmless -- a little dino chicken here; some bowtie pasta there. And since I can't even LOOK at the kids' food without gaining five pounds, I was already cooking something different for myself each night, anyway. Lucky for me, my husband could -- and would -- eat just about anything. But that still left two very different appetites to please. 

So I spend many nights doing my best imitation of a short-order cook. Pizza for my daughter; pasta for my son. Tacos for my husband; tuna salad with no dressing for me. All served with either fruit or veggies (my one consolation that I'm NOT the worst mother that ever lived). 

But that gets old, so I've been trying to get my kids on the same page with their tastebuds. So far, my efforts have been in vain. When asked why he won't eat the same thing as his 5-year-old sister, my 3-year-old eloquently responds, "She's a poophead!" 

How can I argue with such logic? 

So, momlogic friends, help me out here. What are your tips for getting your kids to eat the same thing?