Father, of course, You recall my grandson’s comment about my morning fiber cereal: “Grandma, that looks like the pellets we feed Torti” (his pet tortoise).
“Probably tastes like them too,” I wrinkled my nose. “But I don’t eat this because I like it. I eat it because it’s good for me.”
Thank you, Lord, for an unplanned lesson for this picky little eater. Plus a reminder for Grandma, who would much prefer a daily diet of chocolate, Boston cream-filled doughnuts.
