These photos could probably stand on their own, but I just can't restrain myself.
I worked hard in the toddler years to instill, if not a love, at least a tolerance for broccoli, spinach, and carrots. In my mind these are some of the most nutrient packed veggies, and I didn't want to battle over the business of vegetable consumption. Most nights we have one of these three with our entree.
The other night I managed to shirk dinner duty, and my husband did the meal-making honors. He is happy to cook, but on this particular evening making dinner was no small feat as we were frighteningly low on food. He poked around the kitchen and came up with ingredients for chicken enchiladas in a tomatillo sauce. Veggies were a little more difficult. We had bits and pieces, but not enough of any one vegetable to go solo. He ended up sauteing summer squash, zuchini, onions and tomatoes with a little garlic.
The girls were called to the table, and were immediately suspicious of the veggies.
Look at the picture above. Abby is in the purple stripes. She is literally clutching her plate to her chest to prevent her father from serving her. Her eyes say it all. And then there's Emily sitting next to her. She was uncharacteristically quiet. But her face clearly says, "Dear God, what ever did I do to deserve this?"
Abby has conceded defeat and relinquishes her plate.