Thanks Mom . . . .

My mom was actually kind of quiet and shy, but sneaky-y-y-y-y. I had no idea what she was pulling when she gave foods clever names. Brussell sprouts were baby cabbages, cream of wheat was cowboy cereal, oatmeal was bear porridge and I don't remember the rest, but it sure made a believer out of me. I wanted to eat it all.

So today I had Garrett here for lunch. How to get him to eat the veggies I wanted to use up . . . . . He was watching Peter Pan . . . "Garrett, how would you like to eat Indian Chief vegetables?" Yeah Nanny! A little salsa and down the hatch it went. The quesadia were no problem. Kiwi fruit was next on the menu . . . "How would you like to Princess Tiger Lilly's favorite fruit?" First bite, a little hesitancy . . . See the little black spots? They are extra good for your muscles so you won't be puny . ." "Awright!"

Next thing I knew the little stinker had gotten into my Princess Tiger Lilly fruit on the table and wiped it out, too.

After school, Gabriel was over and hungry, so out came my bag of tricks. He was definitely a little doubtful, but caved in when I told him that Garrett loved it.

After he had eaten most of the kiwi, he almost demanded that I tell him what the real name of the fruit was. I told him and he admitted that he like them. Phew!

So thanks Mom, for teaching me to be a little silly, for making life a little easier and more fun!