Posting this on behalf of my sister...
My brother, dashing and handsome though he is, utterly refuses to eat brussel sprouts.
One night when he was little (and yet to blossom into the great man he now is) mum refused to let him leave the table until he'd eaten everything, including sprouts.
The stubborn bastard (albeit charming now), sat there for two hours until they were grey and cold.
"Eat them!" she demanded.
"If I do I'll vomit," he sobbed.
"EAT THEM!" she repeated.
So he did. Sat at the table and threw up everywhere.
I recorded the whole event on an old reel-to-reel tape recorder and took a pic of him puking which I now bring out and show off at family events.
I truly am a bitch.
Not like my lovely brother.
Nobody offers him sprouts anymore though.

(I've decided I quite like writing about myself in the third person. This must be how the queen feels. I'm off to buy a corgi).
( difficultchild, Fri 2 Mar 2007, 3:21, Reply)