My whole life, I was called a picky eater, but I was always assured that I would grow out of it. My parents had both been "picky" (according to my grandparents), but like most children, they had grown out of it. As a kid, I believed that eventually, that would happen for me too. Until it just didn't.
I like to think things are not so bad at our collective family tables that we need to assume, as this note did, that all children fall under the category of picky eaters. We all have our handicaps (in our house, they are eggs and pasta -- think about that! Two of the most fall-back-plan-y foods that exist in this world!)