Big Brother Knows Best

Here’s a tidbit of a conversation my son and I had earlier today regarding his baby brother.

“Mom, baby Copper needs some fruit salad.” My son Mo, said as he happily chomped on his own concoction of fruity deliciousness.

“No he doesn’t, he’s happy with his peas.” I said, as I spooned a gob of the Gerber green peas into his semi open mouth.

“MoOHMM. He does need fruit salad. That stuff he’s eating is disgusting.”

“No, it’s not. He likes it, and it’s healthy and good for his little growing body. You should take a lesson from him, and eat your peas when I serve them to you.”

“Just wait till he can talk, he’s going to tell you not to feed him that stuff.”

“Really, What do you think he’s going to want me to feed him.”

“Um, anything but yucky vegetables. He’ll want things like fruit salad, ring pops, and ice cream. I bet he’d open his mouth real wide. Like this.” He informed me, opening his mouth as wide as it would go for effect.

“Yeah, I see your point. But he’s going to eat his peas while I can get him to eat them.”

Those are odds I can’t argue with.

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Nicole Olea

Nicole Olea’s love language is communication. She does this best using her keyboard as a freelance copywriter and editor. Creative and resilient with high-level experience in social media management, content creation, and eCommerce marketing, Nicole Olea was a professional volunteer, sharing her skills with various non-profit organizations who paid her in hugs. For the last 20 years, she’s lived a quasi-nomadic life, moving across the country and the Atlantic with her active-duty husband and their three kids. She’s awkwardly stumbling toward her goal of becoming a saint. She’s got God-sized dreams and wants you to have them too!