Dylan grabbed a fork and aimed it at a cherry tomato he was holding in his hand. One fork, the tomato rolled, and then there was a "huh?"
I couldn't help but grin as I held his little hand and assisted in cutting the tomato so that he could eat it.
The joy of eating spread to the other children.
"Duke, don’t be picky about food."i said.
Duke said, "I... I don't like carrots," with eyes that were both innocent and wronged.
The moment Dora saw them, she said, "Eat, and you'll Be Smart!"
Doris, "I want to be intelligent as well!"
Debbie, "I would want to..."
Dylan shifted his stocky frame, gently got up from his seat, stepped up to Duke, tugged Duke's sleeve, and murmured, "OK... Delicious."
And nodded his head to show the greatest encouragement.
Duke took a few seconds to consider
