Lena, having eaten almost nothing at dinner: I want to get out [of her booster seat].
Me: Ok, if you take three more bites, you can get out.
Lena: Um... how 'bout one bite?
Me: No. Three bites.
Lena: How 'bout two bites?
Me: No. Three.
Lena: Two bites? (implied: final offer before tantrum)
Me: I've been doing this longer than you. Three.
Monday, September 19, 2011
It's in her blood.
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