Tonight at 8:15 p.m., my 6-year old daughter came to me and begged. “Please, will you make me broccoli? You promised!”
I told her I did not promise and that it was far too late for broccoli.
Five minutes later she came back. “It’s not that hard to make. All you have to do is wash it, put it in the microwave, cook it and then put some cheese on. That’s easy!”
I sighed heavily at the craziness of her asking for BROCCOLI right before bedtime. I couldn’t believe that I was actually having a conversation in which I was refusing to make broccoli.
So, I went downstairs and microwaved her some broccoli. I shredded some sharp cheddar cheese over it and she ATE EVERY BITE.
Just when you think you have heard it all as a mom, someone says something nuts like, “Please, please, I need some broccoli.”
(When my 16-year old twins were young, they refused to eat all fruits and all vegetables. On occasion, they’d eat a bowl of ketchup for lunch. Just ketchup, so you can understand my confusion at a request for broccoli as a bedtime snack. Also? My teenagers now eat pretty much everything, including couch cushions and stale potato chips.)