•April 10, 2019•
By Harry Reynolds
Reynoldsharry1943.gmail.com

One of the obligations of a parent is to make their children eat things they hate. Where and when this sadistic practice emerged, no one really knows. Rare is a victory gained for a serving of broccoli.
The readers of this fine, non-fake newspaper, being of a high degree of intelligence and well-read, saturated in philosophy, science, mathematics, physics and President Donald Trump’s tweets, readily understand the impact of spit peas on history.
Historians believe the Roman Emperor Nero was driven mad when his daughter, Claudia Augusta bombarded his porridge with peas. He was so incensed that he bought a fiddle and set Rome on fire. This set off a chain of events which led to his demise.
In 1982, in his second year, our pugnacious son began spitting peas. My wife, similarly, bullheaded, resorted to subterfuge. She hid them in his mashed potatoes, which he ate readily enough, but nary a pea made it to his gullet.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.