I've got to remember these moments when I want to send one of them to bed hungry because of comments like, "What's that smell," or "I don't like that," or "I'm not really in the mood for this." I really try hard to help them understand how good they have it. They have no idea. I mean, we aren't living high on the hog here by any means, but they are Americans. They have a lot. A lot more than they even need. I still struggle to communicate that message without saying lame things like, "There are plenty of children in other countries who would give anything to eat this meal. A meal. Shoot, there are kids downtown who would love to eat this."
But mostly, I must admit, they humor my cooking and food choices. We do eat some weird stuff around here sometimes.
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