Vegetables. Yuck
Kyle
Kyle sniffles from his spot at the table, looking down at the plate in front of him with a scrunched face. Price sighs quietly, trying to keep his temper in check as he takes Kyle's fork from him.
"Bubba, we just want you to try one bite." Price encourages as he gently lifts the sulking boys face. "You don't have to like it. Just try it, okay?" Kyle scrunched his nose a little and whines, eventually nodding his head.
"That's it, baby. Good boy." Price praises him, feeding him a bite of broccoli. Kyle tried to pretend it was gross. Price knew he had seasoned it well, so after a few pouting chews, Kyle swallows and opens his mouth for another bite. "Really? Want a little more, Bubba?" He coos lovingly as he feeds him another bite.
Johnny
Johnny hates any and all vegetables. Well, at least that's what he thinks. Price sets down a bowl of spaghetti, knowing the sauce was chock full of 5 different vegetables. Just blended up so he couldn't see them.
Johnny digs in happily, clumsily using the big kid fork he had begged for. As long as he kept his pasta off the floor, Price was okay with it.
"Papa, what's this green stuff?" Johnny whines halfway through his meal, pointing to a small piece of spinach that must've escaped the blenders wrath.
"It's just a little bit of the tomato stem, buddy. Safe to eat, I promise." Price lies, giving Johnny's hair a reassuring ruffle. Johnny squints at his Papa suspiciously but ultimately goes back to eating. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Simon
Simon lets out another small sob, turning his head away from the fork at his lips. He didn't want broccoli. He wanted Brussel sprouts instead. It was already hard enough for him to eat sometimes, and this wasn't helping. Price sighs, feeling awful for his poor babies' plight. The Brussel sprouts had gone bad, and there was no amount of coaxing that seemed to work on getting Simon to even try the broccoli.
"Bubba, please." Price sighs, plopping down in his seat with a defeated sigh. "You know you need vegetables."
"No broccoli!!" Simon wails, immediately clamming up, nervous he had gone too far. Price scoops him up out of his highchair and hushes him gently when he whines.
"Okay. Okay, Bubba, no broccoli. Will you at least eat some baby carrots? With ranch, I promise." Price soothes, hoping to dry up Simon's tears. Simon nods into his neck and hiccups quietly. He didn't end up eating his broccoli, but he ate something healthy, and he wasn't crying anymore. That was a win in Price's opinion.
