I was cleaning up after lunch today, wet rag in my hand, wiping off the table. Hubby had just finished wiping the boys off and getting them down from their seats. And that's when the following conversation ensued.
Me: Chris, come get your son, he's eating off the floor.
Hubby: Well, that's the only way he's going to eat any vegetables.
There wasn't anything I could say in response to that, because he's right. Vegetables on the plate or tray are apparently not nearly as good as vegetables on the floor.