When I was a kid the family tradition was that the birthday person got to choose what we had for dinner. When I found out that my dad hated broccoli, broccoli became my meal of choice. He had to clean his plate just like the rest of us if he wanted desert.
When I was a kid the family tradition was that the birthday person got to choose what we had for dinner. When I found out that my dad hated broccoli, broccoli became my meal of choice. He had to clean his plate just like the rest of us if he wanted desert.