She said, "Broccoleen, pease."

Did I hear that correctly? Did my 21 month old just ask for more steamed broccoli? For the second evening in a row? And then actually consume that broccoli?

She did, dear readers. She really did.

I may not be doing everything right, but somebody needs to call the Nobel Committee for the Childrearing prize and tell them that you got a good candidate right here in Arlington, MA, at least on this one issue, at this one meal, on this one day.

I'll just take my bow quietly, in a somber and dignified way, here in my kitchen.