When my daughters were growing up we always bought wheat bread. Sandwiches, toast, French toast, you name it, it was wheat bread. When the girls were about three and five years old, we bought some white flour dinner rolls for our Thanksgiving dinner. Our guests were seated at the table, the turkey was being carved and I cut a roll in slices for the girls. I’m not sure what she thought we’d been eating all along, but when I put a slice on her plate, my three year old said, "Oh!  Clean bread!" 

-Joan Enguita, www.joanenguita.com

Published in  Heart of the Holidays