My attitude the last 24 hours has been very bad. And because of that, I feel that right now, I need to keep my bloggy voice silent and just focus on some soul conversation today. I’ll be back on Saturday.
I’m going to leave you with a post that I wrote back in January. It’s light humored, and that’s what my mind needs right now. I hope you enjoy it…again!
Brussel Sprout Popping Fools
Oh, my loyal bloggy readers. Those of you who know me — or who have read my blog from it’s beginning — know that food is, from time to time, an issue with the smaller people of our household. Yes, especially food of the — how shall we say — green kind.
Well, this past week was no different.
To preface, I will state that my sweetie and I, lovers of many things green, truly enjoy brussel sprouts. I hear your gasps of horror, but it is true. We ENJOY Brussel Spouts!
Our sweet, dear, children, however, have a natural bias against any food in the aforementioned “green” category. Therefore, Brussel Spouts are introduced on a minimal basis and the smaller members of this family are required to eat only the barest of portions.
However, the barest of portions can still become the largest of dramas at the dinner table. The gagging. The crying. The whimpering. The smushing, spreading, ‘accidentally’ dropping and spitting back out of the ‘green’ things could be an Olympic sport.
This past week, my sweet Jonah, after being ever so gently reminded (yes, on this occasion it was gentle) that he should probably consider eating his minute portion of Brussel Spout WITH something else on his plate, proceeded to eat everything on his plate EXCEPT the said, green, brussel spout. Therefore, dear son was required to eat it all by its lonesome little self.
I braced myself. Mentally. Physically. I was prepared for the trauma.
He popped that entire brussel sprout into his mouth. Promptly — and with none of the customary gagging or slurping of large quantities of milk — chewed it up, swallowed it down, and laughed at the stunned expression on my face.
And if that wasn’t enough, he asked for seconds…and thirds. OF THE GREEN THINGS!!!
And then his sister, who loves all things Jonah, followed suit and starting popping brussel spouts.
Bloggy friends, THERE WERE NO BRUSSEL SPROUTS LEFT OVER! And he asked for them again the next day!
Who are you and what have you done with my children?!?
I have no idea what happened, but I am choosing not to question it.