Last weekend we went to L.A. to visit Grandpa and Safta and go to Disneyland. One of the nights Papa Bear and I took the boys out for fast food...we are such big spenders. B tried to feed me a french fry by shoving it into my mouth. I kindly declined. B wouldn't take no for an answer and continued trying to force feed me the fry. Was this worth a fight?
Finally giving in to the inevitable, I realized that I was not going to win this battle of the wills over a stupid french fry. However, if I was going to eat this french fry, I wanted some ketchup so I asked B for some ketchup. He stopped. He squinted his eyes as if thinking. He put the french fry down on the paper covered tray. He put his fingers into the ketchup and tried to give me a fist full of ketchup...no french fry included.
I guess my instructions could use some clarity. Sometimes it takes a toddler to point out the logistical errors with your speech.
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