Well, I was about to write about broccoli the other day when Marie came by and wanted to get on the computer, but it was time to go upstairs so instead of making her wait while I used the computer and then tell her she couldn’t, I just tried to close what I was doing and I guess I hit enter and posted a story with no story. Anyway, here’s what happened with the broccoli:
I was getting stuff out to cut up veggies that were going to be for dinner. We had just had lunch, including a cookie with lots of frosting for dessert. Marie came by and saw the broccoli on the counter and gasped “we forgot to have broccoli!” and reached for it and tore off a big hunk. What am I going to say, no you can’t eat that broccoli, it’s for dinner? So I let her have some. She munched it and then went away happy.