Rite of Passage

For years, my mom made a fruit smoothie for us every day for breakfast.  These smoothies (we call them "shakes") weren't just your average banana, strawberry, milk and ice smoothies.  No, no.  My mom took shake-making very seriously.  She loaded them with flax seed oil, avocado, yogurt, vitamin C, fish oil and this special hocus-pocus powder called Alive.  The shakes were full of enough nutrients to sustain a small army:  health in a cup.
Like clockwork, my mom made these shakes morning after morning.  (How lucky were we?!)  But it was expected that we would consume every last drop of our portion of shake.  Like a rite of passage before exiting the house, my mom expected us to be armed with a belly full of icy goodness.
Now, I like these said shakes.  I think they're rather delicious.  D, on the other hand, doesn't prefer them.  In fact, he thinks that Alive stuff is, well, hocus pocus.  Naturally we were concerned (not actually) about how W would handle this wedge in our morning relationship.  Well, upon taste testing his first shake, I think he takes after me.

***This video is specifically for Lizzy.  You may not have any interest in watching W sip and smack his lips for 30 seconds, but Lizz can't get enough.***