Our dinnertable conversation gave me cause to reevaluate how I transmit the message that eating raw foods is good for you. Encouraged by their jovial reception to other jokes I had made during dinner, I proceeded to sing a song in rhyme:
"You cannot have a Snappple,
But please, dear, eat an apple!!!!!"
I accentuated the word apple with an extended vibrato.
"Mom," my ten year-old daughter replied with a quick roll of her eyes and a grin, "if you promise to speak in rhyme for an entire week, we'll leave you alone for the same amount of time."
"Sure!" I quipped, feverish with play.
"Here's a test. What rhymes with orange?"
Looks like they'll be plucking my nerves like an orchestra harpist until they grow up after all...
