The only way to get my nephew to eat greens was to tell him that the green mash was made with green potatoes (instead of broccoli, and peas). When he realized that there were no such thing as green potatoes, he moved on instantly because kids aren’t fucking dwarfs carrying a book of grudges in which they record every single slight.
They’re kids, they move on.
He’ll be more annoyed about it later as an adult when grandma tells the story of the green potatoes for the 20th Christmas party in a row.
The only way to get my nephew to eat greens was to tell him that the green mash was made with green potatoes (instead of broccoli, and peas). When he realized that there were no such thing as green potatoes, he moved on instantly because kids aren’t fucking dwarfs carrying a book of grudges in which they record every single slight.
They’re kids, they move on.
He’ll be more annoyed about it later as an adult when grandma tells the story of the green potatoes for the 20th Christmas party in a row.