We had a beautiful piece of salmon and a roasted broccoli for dinner. Not the most exciting, but good nonetheless. At least Zak and I thought so. Zoe did not. She ate a few bites of the salmon and then started a crazy combination of sobbing and screaming. All she wanted was the fruit that we had kept in the fridge until she ate some broccoli. And the rule is that she needs to have at least a bite of everything. One bite. A tiny bite. You wouldn’t think it was a big deal, but Zoe could not calm down. She never did eat that itsy bitsy broccoli floret. The whole incident brought back such vivid memories of doing the same thing to my parents.