Cornbread Simplicity

My parents treated Molly and myself to Boston Market for dinner tonight.
Just for the record I loooove Boston Market! Unfortunately, there are no locations in the Charleston. And I just discovered there are no locations in Washington either! So, needless to say, many trips are made to partake of meals here when I am the decision maker for, "Where should we go eat?"
Getting back to the point. Molly has recently gone on a food strike with almost anything that isn't bread or fruit. I was trying my best to get her to eat pieces of green beans and sweet potato that we gave to her from our plates. She only wanted the bread from my sandwich, the cornbread and the crust from my Dad's chicken pot pie.
So, Dad took matters into his own hands. He wrapped pieces of cornbread around the pieces of green beans, fooling Molly into getting her green veggies! She found the green bean part a few times and separated the superfluous bean from the bread. But for the most part the trick worked.
I started to think...dun dun dun! She will have so many unpleasant and undesirable tasks throughout her life. If only I could just wrap those un-pleasantries hidden inside a symbolic piece of cornbread! How much different would these experiences become? How will I feel watching her have to go through those undesirable times in her life? Why am I already thinking about things like this? Issues that are still years and years to come. I already feel tired. And hungry. Hmm, Boston Market...