Audrey and I were sitting on the front porch sharing some 'ice' (popcicles) this weekend. She gets to choose her color/flavor, and I chose mine, but somehow, she always convinces me to switch halfway between. We were outside enjoying her 'prise but were really monitoring Eric up on the ladder, trimming the tree out front. As he started dragging some big branches across the yard, I hear Audrey mumble something into her ice. Never looking up, just continuing to concentrate on her ice.
A: Broccoli.
Me: What did you say?
A: Broccoli.
Me: Broccoli? What are you talking about?
A: Yeah, daddy broccoli.
Well, I do call broccoli 'little trees' to get her to eat this vegetable!
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