D.W. the Picky Eater
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D.W. and her brother, Arthur, were helping Mother unpack the groceries. "Yuck!" said D.W. "I'm not going to eat this!"
"You've never even tried it," said Mother.
"It's looking at me," said D.W. "I don't eat anything with eyes, or pickles, tomatoes, mushrooms, eggplant, pineapple, parsnips, and cauliflower. Well... and maybe a few other things. I would never eat liver in a million years, and more than anything else in the whole world, I hate spinach!"
"Face it," said Arthur. "You are a picky eater."
On Wednesday, Father surprised D.W. when he packed her lunch for play group.
"Did you eat your sandwich?" he asked on the way home.
"It fell in the dirt," said D.W. "It was an accident."
Thursday at dinner, D.W. pretended to try the Hawaiian Shrimp.
"I saw that," whispered Arthur.
Emily invited D.W. to stay for dinner on Friday.
"We're having spaghetti!" said Emily.
"May I have mine plain, please?" asked D.W. "No sauce."