...or "A Matter of Trust"
Brother Chris has been living with us for almost two months now. It's been a fairly easy adjustment, as we knew the day was coming at some point. He's good-natured, mostly self-sufficient, and our friends have welcomed him with open arms.
It's all good, but the point of this post is what he's eating. For the first time in years, he's eating a balanced diet featuring meals with actual vegetables. One thing we'd noticed from meals he's had over the last few years is that he unquestioningly eats pretty much anything Darling Wife puts in front of him. Including things he's never eaten in his life - and maybe never even seen. Broccoli is one example. We told my mom, who said, "Chris doesn't eat broccoli!" Well, he does at our house.
His recent reaction to being served Brussels sprouts had me almost laughing out loud. First of all, I don't eat them. Darling Wife does, and served Chris a portion, and I was watching out of the corner of my eye. He looked at them...did a double take...and then a triple take. He looked more doubtful than I've ever seen him. I could practically see the thought bubble above his head. "What the f%^# is this??"
I was just about to say, "You don't have to eat them if you don't want", when he started eating them. And polished them off, appearing not to give it another thought.
I still smile to myself at the memory of his first look at the Brussels sprouts on the plate in front of him.
Now that's trust.
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