Broccoli, broccoli

Well, it was a momentous occasion last week, one which Sarah correctly thought worthy of recording in the annals: both boys actually asked us for broccoli on the same day, at the same meal. The form taken by these requests was typical: for Connor, it was a matter of envy. He saw that we were having broccoli, and, despite having a tray full of food in front of him determined to let us know, in his inimitable way, that he thought it only fair that he should have some of what we were having. For Jamie, the request took the form of a negative, i.e., "I don't want peas." Casting about he saw our broccoli and settled on that as a desirable alternative.

So there it is. It may never happen again, but at least we can say there was a brief moment of vegetable synergy.