I was reading through my journal and found this excerpt from 2014.
[My three-year-old daughter] was super ornery today about eating her beans and polenta. I mean really ornery, whining, pushing it away, “no, no, no, I don’t like Polenta. I don’t like beanies.” Until [my wife] mentioned making the polenta into a little man, and then I said we could make a polenta dog, and then she suggested a polenta dragon. So we cut up the polenta and made it into a man and a dragon and she immediately downed her beans like they were the most delicious thing in the world, especially when we turned them into dragon bean fire coming out of the polenta dragon’s mouth. Then she proceeded to play with and devour the polenta. Each time her food disappeared she asked for more food and more imaginary polenta objects, and repeatedly mentioned how much she loooooved polenta and beanies.
Sometimes I wonder if perhaps we too could learn to enjoy — if not love — something if we simply took a little time to look at it differently.
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