It occurs to me, now that my son is grown, that maybe I could have taught him more. Oh, he has a good head on his shoulders, and is quite able to make reasonable and thoughtful decisions. Maybe there are things I should have told him, or taught him, or just exposed him to, so he would be well-equipped for life. My husband and I both tried to teach him about different things, to experience new things and not be close-minded to unusual experiences. Perhaps we missed some of the more mundane stuff.
Even when it comes to lettuce, I tried to make sure he had eaten romaine, Boston, green-leafed, red-leafed, and others so that he didn't always go for the bland boring iceberg. (You wonder why I'm telling you about the lettuce he's eaten? Read on.)
Today, he walked into my office, carrying a rather round green vegetable.
"Mom," he said, "What kind of lettuce is this?"
"Cabbage," I answered.
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