I try to make sure G has dinner every night, since she pretty much has given up on feeding herself. I came home before class and was rushing to get a plate put together for her. I made her balsamic rosemary chicken, roasted garlic and lemon green beans, a baked sweet potato and some of my tomato basil soup. She wheels into the kitchen and sees me plating her food and she says, "Oh, there is some bok choy in the fridge, you should make that. I want to eat some bok choy."
"I'm not making you bok choy. You can eat this if you like or throw it away and make yourself bok choy. But, I have to get to class."
"Oh alright, I'll eat your food."
The next day I came home from work and she said, "I had the bok choy for lunch, and it was de-licious."
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