I was visiting my brother, excited to spend some time with my little niece, who is six. We have a special bond together. Plus, because of the girls I feel more confident taking care of T (ehem, I can actually cook for her). But there’s more. Having her in my life gives me a sense of emotional balance since my partner comes with two little ones who belong to him and someone else. With T, I feel like I have someone of my own.
A beautiful bowl of pomegranates sat on their table. When I learned that she is a picky eater, I decided to do a Jedi mind trick I play on H1 and H2 to make her try pomegranates. I usually eat a food they have never eaten in front of them and instead of forcing them to eat it, just show what a fabulous experience I’m having. Almost always it piques their interest enough to try one bit. With T, I decided to add the fact that our girls had enjoyed delicious fruit to my effort.
Me: “T. We were having pomegranate with H1 and H2 recently. Have you ever had pomegranates?”
T: “Nope.”
Me: “Ah. It was amazing. Every seed was an explosion of taste in our mouths. Do you want to give it a try?”
She tried one, closed her eyes and nodded her head in bliss.
“Mmmmm. Daddy, daddy. This is wonderful. It tastes like explosion!”
Oh well.
