Do Hard Things
A few nights ago, we had English Peas for dinner. One of my sons cleverly hid his peas inside his potatoes and chicken, and ate them without complaint. The other one, however, got so worked up over eating the “disgusting” peas that I am certain that our neighbours thought we were torturing him. Tears, pleading, and an adamant “I can’t do this!” ensued. After an hour of trying all the… Read More »Do Hard Things