At my dinner table this week ...
I roasted a chicken. I made macaroni and cheese, the homemade kind, from a friend's recipe. I steamed green beans. I washed some grapes and sliced up a bunch of Italian bread. I put it all on the table.
My kids passed the chicken. They passed the macaroni and cheese. They passed the grapes and the bread. They passed the green beans.
Veggie Girl filled her plate up with green beans, because they are green and they are yummy and she truly loves her vegetables. Except for zucchini.
My Aspie took six beans. Yes, six. He counted them. He ate them. And then he asked for more protein, please.
My redhead took three. Reluctantly.
I told him he couldn't have more mac and cheese until he ate a green bean. So he ate one. All of it. Without ketchup. And then he ate another. And then the third.
And then he reached for the serving bowl and finished every single green bean left on the table.
He told my amazing, veggie-eating au pair that he is now big and strong and smart because he eats green beans. And last night he asked - yes, he asked - if we couldn't please have green beans for dinner.
Hang onto your hats, folks. There's a newly minted veggie lover in the house!