This evening when I was making dinner I decided to shred some carrots into the taco meat. Not in the "I-love-these-kids-so-much-so-I-want-to-help-them-be-healthy" way but in the "ha-ha-ha-take-that-suckers" way. I was almost cackling with glee while I shredded that carrot.
Sometimes the dark side takes over me.
After shredding for what seemed like an eternity and I had just the right amount of carrots disguised as bits of ground beef and taco seasoning I stopped shredding. I still had about a half of a carrot left in my hand and it needed to be used so I cut it into 7 carrot sticks and put them in a little bowl.
Andrew explained to the kids that they didn't have to take a carrot stick. Tonight vegetables were optional for kids; they were only required for cool people.
Much to my surprise the kids eagerly passed the bowl around the table and each took a carrot. Even Rachel ate a carrot (without spitting it out after she chewed it)!
That kind of took the wind out of my evil-genius sails.
Couldn't they have been at least a little bit upset about eating carrot sticks tonight? That would have made my efforts seem worth it. Had I known I wasn't going to get any complaints about them I wouldn't have bothered to shred them into the taco meat.
Curses! Foiled again! *Sigh.*