BC has recently begun refusing to eat her dinner. Unless it's a corn dog or a hot dog or some other equally unhealthy and inappropriate excuse for dinner.
Tonight, I looked at her plate and said, "I am not proud of you, because you are refusing to eat your dinner."
"Mm," she responded diffidently.
Then she looked at my plate: "Are you finishing your dinner Mommy? I'm very proud of you!" Then she saw two cherry tomatoes left on my plate that I was saving for last. "Oh, you haven't finished your tomatoes, Mommy? I'm not proud of you."
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