You'll Do It On My Terms

Brian and I made a great Sunday dinner. We cooked a whole chicken until it was so tender it fell off the bone, homemade mashed potatoes with homemade chicken gravy and sauteed carrots. Yummy! The kids were both less than appreciative. Every bite Maddie ate would magically eject each and every carrot bite completely untouched. She got up and down and up and down from her chair and was not interested in eating at all. We were both pretty frustrated. Brian washed her hands and we moved her plate out of her reach to signal she was done. After a while she came back to the table saying she was hungry. Brian asked if she wanted more, to which she responded she did. He said, "Okay, but you'll do it on my terms now." He loaded up a bite of mashed potatoes and smothered them in grated cheddar cheese so she wouldn't detect the potato. She opened her mouth and as he inserted the fork, she clamped down hard at just the exact instant and angle to capture all the cheese and sweep all the potato back onto the fork. She was lock jawed. I busted up laughing. "Your terms, huh?" He was outdone by a two year old. Aren't we all at some point though? She's a smart one...