Big Brother Knows Best

Here’s a tid­bit of a con­ver­sa­tion my son and I had ear­lier today regard­ing his baby brother.

Mom, baby Cop­per needs some fruit salad.” My son Mo, said as he hap­pily chomped on his own con­coc­tion of fruity deli­cious­ness.

“No he doesn’t, he’s happy with his peas.” I said, as I spooned a gob of the Gerber green peas into his semi open mouth.

MoOHMM. He does need fruit salad. That stuff he’s eat­ing is disgusting.”

No, it’s not. He likes it, and it’s healthy and good for his lit­tle grow­ing body. You should take a les­son from him, and eat your peas when I serve them to you.”

Just wait till he can talk, he’s going to tell you not to feed him that stuff.“

“Really, What do you think he’s going to want me to feed him.”

Um, any­thing but yucky veg­eta­bles. He’ll want things like fruit salad, ring pops, and ice cream. I bet he’d open his mouth real wide. Like this.” He informed me, open­ing his mouth as wide as it would go for effect.

Yeah, I see your point. But he’s going to eat his peas while I can get him to eat them.”

Those are odds I can’t argue with.

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