When they know where their food is coming from and have a hand in bringing it to the table, it suddenly becomes much more attractive to them. Who knew they’d be begging for more cherry tomatoes and raving about yellow squash?
Like Father, Like Daughter
My kids adore daddy. When he walks through the door at the end of a long day, a gust of fresh air enters the room. Everyone is suddenly energized and cheerful, and all temper tantrums-in-progress become long forgotten. Daddy is the fun one. Daddy has that special touch. My daughter, Karenna, jumps into his arms, and it’s all over. And the feeling is mutual–He’s wrapped around her pudgy little finger. Father’s Day reminds me of this stuff, and also of my own dad. I remember …