Love 'em or Hate 'em

When my son was young he used to ask for tiny balls of cabbage with his tea, it took us a while to work out he meant sprouts. The daughter on the other hand is not so keen. She'd come to help prepare tea tonight because we have to go back to school for her parents evening. She asked how many leaves she was supposed to take off, I told her only the outer battered ones. Asked her what she was removing? Most of them, so there was hardly any sprout left to eat. Oh dear.