I stare at the sickening green thing on my plate in disgust. It's a grotesque lump of green disgustingness. That's what it is. It's not tasty. It may appeal to you, but not to me. Not one bit. There is no way that thing is going anywhere near my mouth.

            "Eat it," My mom persists from across the table.

            "No," I whine.

            "Eat it," She repeats firmly.

            "No," I say again, matching the power in my mothers voice. I may be seven years old, but I can hold my own; I can stand up for myself. I am not going to eat this garbage.

            "Eat it," My mom snarls, obviously becoming more frustrated with my stubbornness. I sigh. Okay. So, maybe I can't hold my own. Not when she gives me those you'd-better-eat-it-now-or-there-is-no-way-you-are-getting-dessert-eyes. I look forward to dessert all day. Excuse me for not wanting to give that up. I am not going to let the green stuff take away my joy. I pick the fork up with my right hand, whirling it around between my fingertips. I examined the chunk of green on the plate. If it had eyes, I know it would be giving me a death-stare. I just know it.

            You get one good taste of me and you're doomed.

The awful smell makes my nostrils tingle. My fork draws towards the food substance as it sits on my plate. Finally, the silver point stabs it, and I bring it towards my mouth.

            Come on, Frankie! Eat me!

            I open my mouth wide, and narrow my eyes so I can't see my mother leering at me. Maybe I should hold my nose too. My friend told me that that works. Maybe I should try it.

            "If you don't hurry up I'll take away the television, too," My mom threatened evilly. My dad chuckled at my misfortune. Everyone is against me. With that threat looming over me, I quickly pop that sucker into my mouth.

            "Mmm," I say finally, after three minutes of careful chewing. "So what do you call this? Broccoli? It's pretty good."

            I ignore the satisfied smile that appears on my mothers face and continue eating the rest of the broccoli on my plate. It was actually delicious. Who knew?