Tonight, I denied Little Miss Kyra milk when we sat down. She cried. I told her I would pour the milk, but she couldn’t have it until she ate a substantial portion of her dinner. She said fine.
Then, Little Miss Kyra pretended to choke and said she needed a drink.
Although I saw right through her ploy, I give credit for creativity around here. So she got her milk.
I lose. Again.
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LOVE it. I love the excerpted post on fb.