I never thought I’d say that

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.)

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I never thought I’d say that

12 thoughts on “I never thought I’d say that

  1. There have been many times in the last 13 years that I have stopped and thought, “Am I seriously having this conversation with another human being?” in regards to my children. You have inspired me to do a blog post on these things. I will give you one here just because I am all Sharey McSpread thehappiness like that…”Do not toot on your brother!”

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  2. The other day, my five year old had dinner with Grandma, and I picked him up afterwards. Hubby and I sat down to eat our dinner by ourselves while the kids played. My son was ENRAGED.

    WHERE IS MY BROCCOLI? I LOVE BROCCOLI!

    And then he ate ALL OF MINE.

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  3. I feel your pain. it’s difficult to find the right balance of emotion to display when you get those conflicting parental inputs.

    In the long run, I think making the broccoli was the right move. Myself, I probably would have not been so nice as to add cheese.

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  4. All the girls love broccoli (preferably raw although nuked with cheese is acceptable too). The oldest used to ride through the grocery store munching away (I paid for the stalk – it was by the bunch, not the pound).

    People looked at us strangely but heck it’s better than chips.

    Happy Mother’s Day, Melodee.

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