Ode to Broccoli

As we have been introducing solid foods to Christine it has been fun to see what her favorites are. She has liked everything we've given her... until now. Jeff and I have written a poem to help you understand how Christine feels about her newest food...

Broccoli

Broccoli, oh broccoli, you are so gross

Broccoli, oh broccoli I hate you the most

I would rather chew on my shoe

Then take another bite of you

No more broccoli, please, oh please!

Prunes, green beans, or peas

Or even mommy’s keys

I would rather eat any of these

I would eat my blanket without a care

I would eat a wrench on a dare

But nothing's better than Daddy’s hair

Before we eat, can I have a word?

I’d rather have a small stuffed bird

Or a diaper, how absurd!!

I enjoy a plastic tomato in the afternoon

Then I'll take a taste of my metal spoon

My feet are such a tasty treat

Plastic carrot you are so sweet

A camera lens cover would be just fine

On a cardboard picture I would dine

I’d even eat a book of mine

But Broccoli, no no NO!

Broccoli, you are my foe

Stay away from me

Nasty broccoli