My oldest is the measuring rod by which all manner of unpleasant foods are assessed. Ok, fine, he’s a picky eater. That isn’t to say that he gets to eat whatever he wants. On the contrary, he knows that he has to try everything on his plate, and more often than not, there is a minimum amount that he has to eat of his veggies.

We picked lettuce from our garden this week, and I made a salad with a couple of banana peppers that were also ripe. Lo and behold, the little booger ate his whole salad without complaint! He also ate two helpings of spaghetti and walked away from the table to take his empty plate to the sink, saying repeatedly, “That was really good!”

>>proud Mama!<<