Little Cabbages

I admit it–I love brussel sprouts. Really.

The funny thing is that my kids do too–even though they usually insist they don’t.

You see, we have a game we play.

Today it started with Issac though usually it starts when I make myself a bowl.

Issac asked for “prusels” for snack. I knew he meant pretzels but twisted it and said brussel sprouts. After a bit of back and forth he insisted he wanted some pretzels and 3 brussel sprouts. I made extra for myself (microwaved with some oil and salt) and the game began.

“The rest of you can’t have my brussel sprouts.”

“I don’t want them,” Esther insisted. “I could if I wanted,” Rachel responded.

“Nope, you can’t,” I replied. It went back and forth, back and forrth until the brussel sprouts were done and I got myself and Issac a fork. The girls then proceeded to swipe every other brussel sprout from my fork–12 brussel sprouts gone in 20 seconds. Then they asked me to make more and ate them all up.

They wanted more but I told them no but that they could have the rest for breakfast.Β  πŸ™‚Β  They agreed.