That’s my mother. She told us to eat what we were given, but then she protested about her food. And she hated chicken. My first taste of broccoli and peanut butter was at someone else’s house.
That’s my mother. She told us to eat what we were given, but then she protested about her food. And she hated chicken. My first taste of broccoli and peanut butter was at someone else’s house.