On 2020 Aug 20, , Julie Bove wrote
(in article >):

> I have no clue why my parents insisted on calling things by different names
> as it always backfired at some point. Telling me my liver and onions was
> steak. Telling my nephew that his broccoli was not broccoli but little
> trees. Or telling Angela that there is no letter "S". It's called "sneaky
> snake". I well remember the phone call from her teacher. Angela had merely
> parroted back what she had been told. I had no clue that my parents told her
> that until I got the phone call!

In order to get my youngest granddaughter to eat stew, I called it beef and
vegetables in gravy. She was OK with that. She didnt €œlike€� stew.