The first radish from my shoebox-sized garden. I don’t particularly like radishes myself, but as I was covering the seed a month or so ago I had a vision of the 3 year-old twins agog with amazement as we pulled them from the ground.
In reality it’s probably setting a dangerous precedent, like the mint I had them smell. They may decide you can pull any old thing from the ground and eat it. Not the best lesson for Grandma to be teaching.