Sparkles
During dinner, the older kids and I ate while my youngest chattered away. She picked at her dinner - brown rice, chicken breast, green beans, kidney beans, corn and carrots with sliced apples. The older kids and I finished and left the table, and still my youngest stayed at the table, picking at her food. I left her there for a few minutes, and set my daughter up with her homework at the other end of the table.
The dryer buzzer went off, and I went to switch loads. As I pulled open the lid of the washer, my four-year-old shot past me, feet pattering down the hall. She skidded around the corner into the bathroom, and leaped up onto the toilet.
I joined her in the bathroom. "What are you doing?" She was staring at her face in the mirror, and then she turned to me and said "Don't you see my sparkles?"
I bluffed. "Oh yes, there they are."
She beamed at me. "I just ate a carrot, and I'm so sparkly now. Look at my eyes!"
I encouraged her to return to the table and eat another carrot. She leaped down from the toilet and sped into the kitchen. I shot a questioning look at my oldest daughter, and she grinned.
"See, I told you. Carrots make your eyes sparkle!"
My youngest couldn't wait to finish each and every carrot on her plate. I provided a small hand mirror to save her from dashing the length of the house after each bite.

