The Breakup

It’s over.

The love affair has to come to an end and my rose-colored glasses are coming off.

I can’t keep buying cantaloupes and expecting my kids to eat them. It’s the definition of insanity – you know, doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

Just the smell of a fresh cantaloupe brings vivid images to mind of sunny Sunday mornings where my family happily munch on melons, dressed in picture-perfect, matching outfits. I know, there is a 12-step program out there calling my name. Maybe two.

It was easy to give up the pepper dream, and the carrot illusions. Same with raspberries and zucchini. But for some reason, I can’t shake the melon mirage. Maybe it’s because the kids will actually eat them. Once in a while. When they are really hungry and feeling adventurous. And there is no other fruit in the house. So, realistically, never.

Maybe one day the kids will develop a more mature palate and we can introduce more foreign foods into their diet. Like mushrooms or yellow peppers. Maybe even something as exotic as a peach or kiwi. Until then, I’m going to save my money and stick to the tried and true – bananas, green apples, cucumbers and occasionally, if I’m feeling lucky, corn on the cob.

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