The Adults Prevail

You would have thought we were trying to get them to eat freshly dealt reindeer snot.
The baked squash my wife made, with carrots, and bok choi, was seasoned just right, baked in a foil pouch, and yummy. We had determined, my wife and I, that the two grandchildren visiting our home would eat some infinitismal amount of baked squash. We lit candles, made the secret sign, and with our hearts, and minds hardwired together, we set on our task.
The meal the GK got was, I thought, wonderous in its complex simplicity. Using the desktop grilling machine to its fullest potential, she created mini corndogs out of a pack of weinies, and store brand cornbread kits. Her creativity in top form, and kitchen skills never finer,  she weaved her web of culinary art for these two, whom our hearts love, and adore, and amid flying, and twirling utensils, set the meal before them. Myself, playing devils advocate, informed them they would have to eat all the vegetables, and  hinted at a treat if they did so easily.
It was here the trouble began. The younger realized carrots are the least offensive of the two, and ate them quickly. Amid hurled threats of violence against his person, ate the offending vegetable, and so earned his reward. The older of the two, somewhat set in her ways, tried valiantly to refuse this assault on her humanity, and with all the weapons at her disposal, fought bravely to win the day. In the end, the battle knowleldge, and experience of the grandmother won. The last ditch effort to spit out this offending morsel, was met by me, and with all my determination, down the morsel went.
Later that night, when we were alone, the GK tucked in, and sleeping, this woman I love and I shared a secret smile, and reveled in our accomplishments, for despite the trials of veggie eating, we had won.