When an Alien Walks Through Our Door
A ONE MINUTE READ
I’d done my best to screen out the riffraff before they ever enter the house. But in this case, she had such a cute and sweet persona that I’d just let my guard down. Readers don’t get judgmental on me here, ‘cause it could happen to anyone including YOU. As is usually the situation, we don’t see the waving flags, the flashing lights - such as the apple cores, hidden in the trash can.
In one fell swoop my world changed. We’d sat down for a nice dinner, all four of us including my wife, my grand-daughter and I. Spaghetti and a side of broccoli to be followed with homemade oatmeal cookies. The main course went fine until I started clearing the dishes. Everyone wanted the cookies with the chocolate chips in them - except for the newest resident in MY HOME. She wanted nothing of it - she didn’t want any dessert; she just wanted more BROCOLLI - IT was her favorite food.
How outlandish? Not one VanLaeys, EVER turned down a desert, researching back four generations! Not to mention having a vegetable as a favorite food.
Through a sleepless night, I reflected on my deepest values. In the morning, she was still here.
I was flabbergasted but came to the conclusion - if I’ve been gifted with a wonderful bonus grand-child, I just have to learn to love her anyway, quirks and all.
Other than the possibility of broccoli stuck in the teeth, a condition which many of us broccoli lovers suffer from, I think her broccoli craving is charming....and an added bonus.
While you may want to throw it away
Broccoli is in her DNA 🤣
If she loves broccoli, she may be destined for something big. You never know where a miracle begins. This story had a lot of love in it, Mark. What's the broccoli-eater's name?