What goes around comes around

One night for dinner we had something that had broccoli in it and I knew that Alan didn't like vegetables so I only gave him 2 tiny pieces and one piece of cauliflower. He ate everything else that was on his plate but didn't touch any of the veggies so I told him that he could either eat the one piece of cauliflower or the 2 little pieces of broccoli. Well, I thought he ate the cauliflower then I see him spitting it back out again so I told him that he had to eat the 2 pieces of broccoli. Do you think he ate them? Of course not, that would be too easy. He said, I don't like it. I told him he had to eat it and he couldn't play or get up until he ate them. Well, for the next hour or so he kept telling me that it wasn't fair that he had to stay in his seat and eat all the while crying. Finally he fell asleep in the chair but never ate his broccoli. I know, I am such a mean mom.

I was telling my sister about what happened and she laughed and said, "He is just like you." She said I would sit at the kitchen table, when I was little, for hours because I wouldn't want to eat my food and my brothers and sisters would walk by and say, Katina, just eat and you can get up. I guess what goes around comes around.