Work for your greens

The other night, we were sitting down for dinner - Keith had situated Owen in the highchair (that we've started using again after the booster proved to be too messy) and I was finishing up putting the food on the plates. As usual, we asked Owen if he wanted what we were serving for dinner - mostly we do this to prime him so he's looking foward to what's coming, but also because we know that he's pretty firm in his opinions, and there is no use serving him something he doesn't want to eat. It's better to find out before putting a nice dinner on a plate for him that his ultimate plan for it is really just to give it to the cat or drop it in his milk.

He's been on a broccoli kick lately, and so we've been giving him broccoli whenever we can, enjoying watching him eat it while it lasts, until he refuses everything but Chicken McNuggest (yes, Erin, I do know that day is looming). So, when asked, he said "Yeah. Beebee!" meaning, yes, he wanted broccoli.

But of course, it took me a little while because the broccoli was just done, so it was a blazing inferno of molten goodness and had to cool. Owen wasn't in the mood to wait, so he started fussing. Keith said to him, "Owen do you want your broccoli?" Owen said, "Yes". Keith said, "Well, if you want your broccoli, you need to calm down."

It was almost like all motion halted in our condo - we kind of stopped and listened to the reverberation of the last sentence as it bounced off the walls and echoed in our ears. I think we both simultaneously wondered how often that combination of words is ever put together for a 20-month-old, and then we immediately thanked whatever force in the universe was responsible for our son actually liking broccoli, even for just a little while. The kid eats something green sometimes. For that, I give thanks.

(It really helps make me feel better on those far-more-numerous nights when all he eats is Goldfish crackers and milk).