Did you know that today is Eat Your Vegetables Day? Well, apparently, it is. (Thanks, Mom, for telling me this.) So eat those veggies, everyone!
In honor of the day (and since I don’t have time for an elaborate post anyway), I’m going to be boring and do a re-post. So if the following story seems familiar to you, it’s because I posted it before, back in November.
The Adventures of Broccoli Girl
Once upon a time, there lived a little vegan who was quite fond of broccoli (and chocolate… but that’s another story for another time). When this little vegan was not yet two years old (and not yet a vegan), her aunt was “lucky” enough to get to babysit. The little vegan and her aunt were having a grand time… until dinner, that is.
The aunt lovingly placed Little Vegan in her highchair and served up the meal– some chicken, some pasta, and a tiny bit of broccoli. Thus began a night of pandemonium…
Little Vegan picked at the pasta and completely ignored the chicken (even at such a tender age, she was a very smart girl!). However, she devoured every morsel of the broccoli, then clamored for more.
“Brocci brocci, MORE brocci!” she screamed at her aunt. Auntie quickly obliged, scooping another meager serving of the green veggie onto Little Vegan’s plate. Soon, this broccoli, too, had vanished.
“Brocci brocci, MORE brocci!” Little Vegan impatiently hit her tray, hands beating the plastic as if it were a drum. Auntie was smarter this time; she gave Little Vegan a BIG helping of broccoli– the rest of the contents of the serving dish, in fact. But Little Vegan still was not satisfied.
Barely five minutes had passed when the little vegan recommenced her cries.
“Brocci brocci, MORE brocci!” Alas, the broccoli was all gone. Auntie tried explaining this to Little Vegan, but her efforts were in vain.
“MORE brocci!!!!” Auntie now wondered which would break first– the highchair/drum or Little Vegan’s fists.
What to do? A distressed Auntie frantically dialed Omni-mom, mother of Little Vegan. (This, dear reader, was before the invention of cellular phones, so Auntie dialed the restaurant in which Omni-mom and dad were eating.)
To make a long story, well, a *little bit* shorter, Little Vegan did not cease wailing until Omni-mom and dad returned home and boiled up some newly-purchased broccoli. Finally, Little Vegan was content.
It was many months, however, before Auntie agreed to babysit again.