Lesson from our kids by Ann Wood

And another favorite story I've probably told a hundred times, mostly to parents whose children don't like to eat vegetables 😀🍅🥦🥔🥕🍆🌶

While talking to Misha - Michaela Woodland- talking about her childhood interpretation of love, I remembered the story of a friend of mine. Now I will tell you. I am sure it will make you laugh from the heart, but it will also make you think about how far forward the children of today's generation are in logic.
So my girlfriend with two daughters - 3 and 5 - is trying hard to make them eat dinner - a vegetable moussaka. Eating vegetables proved to be quite problematic for both of them, although the mother tried something different every time, not only in taste but also in appearance. From the bits of boiled potatoes, carrots, broccoli, zucchini, and peppers, he crafted people, flowers, and more, but the kids always resisted stoically.
That evening, she was tired of creating and making them a classic vegetable moussaka. The two built at the table in the kitchen were forbidden to get out of their seats until they ate their portions. Both the little ones and the khaki put pieces of vegetables in their mouths one by one until their cheeks were filled to such an extent that the volcano erupted with full force in the little sister. Kaka immediately took a protective position and told her mother:
- Mom, don't be angry and don't scold my sister. I'll explain exactly how this happened. So when you slap a piece of veggies, the tongue says to your stomach, "Hey, look, I'm sending you one piece of veggie down." But his stomach says, "I don't want it, so if you send it down, I'll give it back to you."
They did not understand and this is exactly what happened. So it's not my sister's fault. Her stomach just doesn't want to eat vegetables. And he was quite honest when he vowed to bring them back into the language.
My friend told me that when she heard this epithet she did not know how to laugh or cry. She was silent, shook her head, kissed them and forgave them. And what else would each of us do in the place of the mother. Kids are sometimes able to make you just numb.




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Written on 2020-03-21 at 14:24

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