When I was a girl, my grandmother told me that little people lived in my toes and that they loved broccoli. “Molly, can’t you hear them? ‘SEND US SOME BROCCOLI!! EAT A BITE OF BROCCOLI!’”

So I would take a bite, chew and after swallowing, look at my feet and say, “Here it comes!” True story.

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@mckra1g Love that. My grandmother convinced me thst cabbage was a noodle so I would eat it. I was the only one in my family who ate cabbage after that.
@WarnerCrocker @mckra1g Along the same lines, but from my parents and not as healthy: as a child, I refused to eat chili (or what passed for it with German/Irish midwesterners) because I didn’t like the name, so they changed the name to hamburger soup and I happily ate it.

@mckra1g @lisamelton OMG, that’s cute!

Father in law told our son that broccoli was “John Deere green,” just like the tractor in the shed they had fun with earlier. He loved it! Being a parent is so much fun.

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That's way cuter than my memory of my older sister telling me there was a little man hiding in my porridge and with each spoonful I ate there was less territory for him to hide in. She encouraged me to dig ditches around islands and let milk flow along them to further control his escape routes.

It worked.