“Eat your vegetables, Mikey,” Mom said. “I am my vegetables,” Mikey said. He was eating the carrots. He was eating the sliced carrots one one. He was eating them one at a . He picked up one sliced carrot with his . He looked at it. He slowly put it his mouth. He slowly chewed it. Finally, he it. Then he drank some water. Then he up another sliced carrot with his fork. Mom him. “Why do you hate vegetables, Mikey?” He , “I don’t hate vegetables. I hate carrots.” “Why you hate carrots?” Mom asked. “Because they don’t good,” Mikey said. “But they are good for ,” Mom said. “They are good for your eyes. help you to see well. Don’t you want see well?” “Not if I have to see ,” Mikey said.