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Raphael poked suspiciously at an alleged piece of food on his plate.

“Fork, please,” I said. He picked up his fork and poked it again.

“What IS this?”

“It’s cabbage.”

He stabbed it.

“It’s HARD.”

“It’s CRUNCHY. Try it.”

He sniffed it, gave me another suspicious look, then gingerly placed the very tippy edge of it in the side of his mouth. His incisors barely scratched the surface of the cabbage before he recoiled, smacking the fork back down on his plate.

“That tastes TERRIBLE!”

“Don’t be rude.”

“That tastes TERRIBLE…ma’am.”