“Dad, what is Campus Torturing Center?”
“No, honey, not TORTURING. That’s the Campus TUTORING Center.”
“What’s the difference?”
(pause)
“You know… I can’t think of any.”
“Dad, what is Campus Torturing Center?”
“No, honey, not TORTURING. That’s the Campus TUTORING Center.”
“What’s the difference?”
(pause)
“You know… I can’t think of any.”
Me: “It’s just you and me for dinner. Let’s go to BW3s.”
LMT: “No way. I hate BW3s. No way. No way. I hate bw3s. What is BW3s?”
Me: “They have chicken fingers and cheese fries and corn dogs. You’ll love it.”
LMT: “No way. I hate BW3s.”
Me: “They give you little tablets and you can play games the whole time.”
LMT: “I love BW3s!”
Me: “Everyone needs to eat a few of these sweet red pepper slices.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No way! I hate spicy peppers!”
Me: “These aren’t spicy. They’re sweet and you will like them.”
LMT: “You can’t make me eat them.”
Me: “Actually, I can.”
LMT: “No. I wont.” (pouting)
Me: “Just eat… three slices.”
LMT: “Nooooooo… ” (whining)
Me: “Just one slice.”
LMT : “I hate them!” (much whining)
Me: “Two bites.”
LMT: “No no no no no no no no…”
Me: “One bite. Final offer.”
LMT: (weak baby voice) “o… k… if I have to…” (takes a tiny, tiny bite.)
LMT: “Hey, these are good.” (immediately snarfs two pepper slices)