If I had a kid I think I would be way more concerned about it not going the fuck to sleep than not fucking eating because, I mean, the hours from bedtime to the ass crack of dawn when the kid inevitably wakes back up are the only hours of peace and sanity a parent has in life until Mini Me is old enough to pass off to the school system, whereas a kid who won't fucking eat dinner is just a kid who's leaving more fucking dinner for me to eat. That's a kid who cares about his daddy.
Nonetheless, author Adam Mansbach thought the sequel to his bestseller Go the Fuck to Sleep should deal with the toilsome parental chore of getting Jr. to "eat something that even vaguely resembles a normal meal."
In the same blunt, profane tone of its predecessor You Have to Fucking Eat tackles children's selective fasting (i.e., not hungry when bok choy's on the fork, but ravenous in front of an 8lb bag of Lucky Charms marshmallows) in a way parents will find both endearing and cathartic. Because it uses the word "fuck" a lot.
Muchas danke to Boing Boing.