I gagged. Yuck. Brussel Sprouts. It was another rainy day and things couldn’t get any worse, I had already landed face first in a puddle of mud. I wanted to vomit, I just couldn’t eat something so slimy and horrible and gross and a million other yucky things combined. “Do I have to eat my Brussel Sprouts?” I ask Mum. “Well if you want Dessert, Yes you do.” Oh Well… I will finish what I have started. I will eat it. I prod my fork into the slimy green ball. Here goes nothing. Chomp. Chew. Actually, that wasn’t so bad…