Kent Ninomiya. My son hates broccoli. I mean he really hates the stuff! However, since everyone else in the family doesn’t mind it and it is very good for you, we tend to eat it often. Making him eat his broccoli involves a combination of incentives, cajoling and threats. It always involves a battle. When we went on vacation for a week I told him that he didn’t have to eat broccoli for the entire vacation IF he promised not to complain about eating it when we returned. He enjoyed his broccoli free week but grimaces every time I remind him that he’s not allowed to complain about consuming it anymore. To his credit he eats it anyway. The other day he proposed something that left speechless. He said since he had to eat broccoli, something he hates, I should have to eat pickles. I hate pickles. His logic is flawless. If he’s suffering why shouldn’t I? The only response I could come up with was “because I’m the Daddy and I’m not eating pickles. Kent Ninomiya
