Mia: “Can I have a loglurt?”
Me: “No, you haven’t eaten all your dinner.”
All shocked and indignant: “Yes I have”
“No you haven’t”
“I have.” The pitch is getting higher and higher.
“Mia, you have not eaten all of your dinner.”
“YES. I. HAVE.”
We are having this conversation at the kitchen table where half of her dinner is there, right in front of us, almost shouting up at us ‘here I am, uneaten dinner. Helloooo.’
The thing is, she says it with such utter conviction and with such a look of ‘what’s wrong with you woman? The food is no longer there. Are you mad or something?’ that I actually almost, almost believe her.