When they know where their food is coming from and have a hand in bringing it to the table, it suddenly becomes much more attractive to them. Who knew they’d be begging for more cherry tomatoes and raving about yellow squash?
Brotherly Love
My 7 year old son, Nicolas, is oh-so cool. (Or nowadays, I believe the term is “sweet.”) He’s too cool to wear the clothes I pick out for him, too cool to call me mommy (it’s now simply “mom”), too cool to watch “baby” shows on TV and too cool to play with or be nice to his little sister. Now that he’s graduated from first grade and is home everyday for the summer, I get to experience his coolness all day long, every day.