The Balancing Act

I was tired of canned green beans.  So I went to the grocery store, bought some fresh broccoli, and steamed it with a little salt and pepper to go with our supper.  Luke loved it.  He ate floret after floret, amassing a growing pile of stalks on his little John Deere tractor plate.

After his fourth or fifth helping, Josh and I grew concerned that our child would suffer greatly from vegetable-induced gas.  And then came the moment that Josh’s face became a mask of perplexed disbelief, even as the words exited his mouth:

“Luke, you’ve got to stop eating that broccoli.  Here, I’ll give you a donut.”