It was the week of Valentine’s Day, twenty years ago. I was standing in the produce aisle, with my three young sons. My middle son, Ted was sobbing… hysterically. While, I was doing my best to comfort him, a stranger approached me. She boldly chastised me “for making him cry”. And then she demanded, “Just give him some candy!” True, there was a bulk-bin of candy behind us. However, I firmly told the stranger, it wasn’t candy that Ted wanted.
In fact, candy would have been cheaper. Instead, Ted wanted fresh Brussels sprouts, in the middle of winter, for $8 a pound. I had been explaining to Ted that we’d get frozen Brussels sprouts, when the lady had interrupted. And when the lady tried to give Ted a piece of candy, he pushed her hand away. Then Ted once again, very loudly professed his undying love for Brussels sprouts. The lady’s face instantly flash-froze and she was speechless. She had no other words of wisdom. She simply turned and walked away.