Dinner time is supposed to be a time of family joy and togetherness. However it is very rarely like the sitcoms on TV. We all have different schedules..busy lives..food allergies, etc.
But I try to make dinner time an enjoyable experience. Really I do. Then it happens. The great vegetable showdown. Broccoli in mouth…as if it’s torment…two year old looking like a chipmunk and refusing to swallow it or chew it. And we survive..only to try again tomorrow. Perhaps some of the nutritional value is soaking in before they spit it out. One can only hope. 
