The other night I made stir fry for dinner. When we sat down for dinner, my son Connor took one look at all the vegetables and started complaining.
Connor: “Oh my God Dad! This looks so gross. I can’t eat this – I hate all these vegetables!”
Before I could say anything, Sammi jumped to my defense.
Sammi: “Connor, that is just rude! Daddy works very hard to make us dinner! You didn’t even try it before you started complaining!”
Much to my surprise, Connor didn’t argue with his sister. He actually picked up his fork and started eating.
I looked over at Sammi and smiled.
Me: “Wow. Thanks Sam. Now how much stir fry would you like?”
Sammi: “Oh, I’m not having any stir fry tonight.”
Me: “What? Why not?”
Sammi leaned in to me and whispered: “I’m sorry Daddy - I got Connor to eat that stuff, but it just looks too disgusting for me – I’ll just have a jelly sandwich.”