Day 73: or The Day I Tried To Make The Kids Eat Beets

Today was another lovely day. It started out gloomy but by mid afternoon, the sun was shining and the air was down right comfortable. I left early to get the kid and added a little bit to the walk. When we got home, I threw him in the backyard and made sure he spent a  little time outside. It's also getting nice enough to hang the laundry outside which really speeds up the process. I never thought I'd get excited about laundry.

Tonight was clean out the fridge night and we had a hodge podge of leftovers. I used the word hodge podge but the kids had apparently never heard of it. It's amazing what they do and do not know. The girls speak perfect American English with no discernible accent. They know many colloquialisms, but sometimes, they just look at me funny. Granted, I do have a couple of random favorite words, many I get from one G.M.S. So one of our dinner items was a beet and endive salad. Usually, I say "at least have a little" when it's a dish I know they'd like to avoid. I don't force them, but I make it, and ask them to try some. Not this time. I put it on the table, and when dinner was over I put it back in the fridge. I remember having beets as a kid and using it as lipstick. I know for a fact that I was standing at the island in my grandma's kitchen. These are good memories about beets, none of which have to do with the taste. You've gotta pick your battles.