The other night before we even sat down to eat, Kenzie expressed her disatisfaction with the fact that there were black beans on her plate. Now, everyone in our house is well aware of the fact that Kenzie does not like black beans. That said, in an effort to teach her not to comment on what is put on her plate and to try everything she is served, we not only put them on her plate, but being the mean parents that we are, we had her take one painful bite of them. You would have thought we were making her eat something off of fear factor. The gagging begins and the tears roll down her face, but slowly this time she actually got about 3 beans down. We were all waiting with anticipation to see if she would actually swallow them this time...and relief came when she did.We then noticed that Justus, who was finding such great humor in watching his sister eat the beans, had not tasted them either. Thus began yet another crazy night at our kitchen table. Justus took a big bite of black beans and then proceeded to act like he was gagging and choaking and running out of oxygen and then fell out of his chair onto the floor knocking all the leaves off of our dying tree...and shaking the tree some more just for added effects. And then at some point he initiated himself into the black bean tribe when he smeared black bean juice all across his forehead. Now I recognize that all of this probably should not take place at the supper table, but you try not laughing at that! :o) Just another day in our crazy lives!!!
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