So dinner tonight was my version of stir-fry (not so authentic, but soy sauce was used, so close enough), not particularly to Calla's liking since it didn't contain a) pasta, b)cheese, or c) tomatoes. Looking across the table, she did see something she approved. Pointing at the bowl of stir-fry, she asked "broccolic?"
That's right. My child identified, reasonably articulated, and requested broccoli. She didn't gag on it, didn't let it sit on her plate until it was cold. She asked for broccoli and then she ate it. Willingly.
As my parents will attest, this does not resemble any of my childhood dinner table experiences. Perhaps there was some mix up in the hospital. Maybe she's getting sick. And maybe Carbondale is the place where the aliens really are launching their invasion and they're beginning with the babies. I can think of no other reasonable explanation for this phenomenon.
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Calla is the smartest baby I know. I cannot imagine learning to say broccoli so it is recognizable at 18 months. She is destined for greatness.
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