The brunette twin really committed to being a vegetarian. She has learned to navigate a menu to find a decent meal no matter where we visit. Her friends support her vegetarian lifestyle without comment.
At home, though, it's a different story. We still battle with what constitutes a meal. I was standing at the freezer, moving things here and there, talking to Daddy when I said, "We need a vegetable."
The brunette twin quickly responded, "Oh, I don't need a vegetable. The rest of my meal is made of vegetables."
I replied, "Nice try. You cannot just eat one type of vegetable. You need a variety. You are going to eat something besides your vegetarian chicken patty."
She rolled her eyes. We found a vegetable to complement dinner. She ate it, but she wasn't happy about it.