Kelly hates broccoli (Monica’s not fond of it either).
Kelly also has food issues. She asks, regularly, what’s next for breakfast, lunch, or dinner (I know, sometimes this makes me want to cry.)
After asking, like, the 400th time, she and I started this game.
Kelly: “Papi, what’s for dinner?”
Papi: “Your favorite. We’re having pan fried Broccoli!”
Kelly – with lots of laughter: “Noooooo. I hate broccoli. What are we really having for dinner.”
Papi: “Broiled broccoli!”
And continue in a fun manner.
Now please don’t think bad of me, but I recently viewed Jimmy Kimmel’s I gave my kids a terrible present part 2 and completely busted out laughing a few times. Broccoli is a very bad Christmas gift.
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Okay, that’s funny!!! I’m sure knows that her Papi loves her and won’t make her eat Broccoli ALL the time!
Love the deodorant girl and the potato boy. 🙂
Someday. . . with garlic, a bit of wine to deglaze the pan, a quick stir-fry shake. . . and yum! Especially the very new sprouts, just picked.