Gretchen didn't like the tuna casserole that my husband made for dinner. We told her she didn't have to eat it, but no dessert if she didn't. So, she kept sitting at the table whining and I told her she had 10 minutes to decide if she was going to eat or not. After 10 minutes were up I took her plate to the kitchen and tried to wisk her upstairs to get ready for bed.
Holy cow...WWIII ensued. She threw the biggest fit! I wish we had a video camera so I could have filmed it and posted it here.
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Nice...I'm sure I'll have many of these to look forward to. :) Theresa
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