Imagine dinnertime, a mom and a dad and a three year old.
Three-year-old: "I don’t want to sit at the table! No water, milk!"
(her devoted mother hands her a glass of milk) "NO REGULAR MILK!! I
want chocolate milk!"
Devoted mother: "Sweetie, we don’t have any chocolate milk. You'll have to make do with that."
"NOOOOOO!!!" (sobs as if just told Elmo is dead).
And then I said it:
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