So I'm in the kitchen, busy but feeling good about preparing a healthy meal for the family: I've got some veggies roasting in the oven, I'm chopping more veg that'll be eaten raw, quinoa is simmering,
grill is preheating for the chicken (S&P, natch), etc. etc. Little Girl walks in, surveys the work, looks at me and says, "
Dad - I'm not going to eat that."
