Celery

My four year old grandson was telling all about a sandwich.  I don’t know where he got the idea, because I know he wouldn’t eat it.  But the sandwich was, your special peanut butter, your special banana, and celery.  I was okay until the celery thing.  But we had a nice conversation while mom was putting baby brother down for a nap.

I had been baby sitting baby brother while mom and four year old “O” were at eating class.  What is eating class you ask?  I didn’t know there was such a thing, but it is a therapeutic class to get really picky eaters to be willing to try new tastes and textures.  Today they were preparing “hungry caterpillars” and then they were supposed to eat them.  O didn’t eat them.  I don’t think I would want to eat them either.  They were toothpicks with a yogurt covered raisin, a blueberry, and a pea.  I think they must have been going for “food comes in many colors”.  But I still don’t know where the celery came from.