Broccoli Tales

      Usually when we get in the car to go someplace, India sits in the back of the van, & fires off her daily barrage of questions.  She usually has some good ones.
        For some reason, she always asks me about shows I watched when I was little, & if they were in black & white. I tell her they were in color, but she never seems convinced. I'm pretty sure she thinks I was young when cavemen roamed the earth.
        Today, on the way to the store she said, "Mama, was broccoli alive when you were little?"  Pretty cute. I think she is picturing me as a little girl, living in a colorless, vegetable-less world

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