Lima beans and the Red Ball

When I was very young, I hated lima beans. One particular time that my mother served them, I just couldn't gag them down, so she told me to sit at the table until they were gone.

Since becoming an adult, I have heard many tales, told by former children and their laughing parents, about feeding unwanted food to dogs, stuffing the distasteful item in nearby drawers, forming circles of food under wide rims of dinner plates... the naughty (but amusing) creativity is endless!

But wait - I interrupted myself... There I was, alone in a dimly lit kitchen, watching the rest of my family having a great time together in the living room. So... how did I solve the problem? I ate the lima beans. One by one, between sobs, I choked them down until my plate was clean.

As an adult I have listened to these funny tales of childish ingenuity and wondered, Why did I eat the dumb beans? Why didn't I just get rid of them?

July 18 there was a "time waster" here that directed me to this site. These are usually pretty entertaining, so off I went. The opening instructions were "DO NOT PRESS". So I didn't. I just waited for something to pop up or out or... anything! After a minute or so, I went back here and she had 4o+ comments about what a hilarious time everyone had with this "time waster"! Apparently the idea was to disregard the instructions and press the button.

Hmmm. Lima beans come to mind and beg the question - Where on the scale of "normal" do I belong?

Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life. Proverbs 4:23