Sit There Until You Eat It
Susan Rubin (DBG)

Photo in 9 panels with colored pencil drawing
You loved them as a baby.
As a kid, your mom made you eat them, or sit there until she was tired of trying.
In high school you became a vegetarian, but not the kind who eats actual vegetables. You mostly ate French fries, admit it.
As an adult you realized that you need them, and that they are actually good,
and that the ones you hated most are the best ones for you. Or maybe your mom still whispers in your head, “Two more bites, mister.”
Me, I love vegetables. They had me at cauliflower.