Conversation at Chic-fil-A between myself, my girl, and my hubby:
M: "You need to sit down and eat, sweets."
G: "But Moooommmmmmmmmmm! Can I have ice cream after I eat my shhhicken?"
M: "If you eat all your chicken and stay seated, you can have ice cream."
She jumps off the bench as she says: "Okay mama."
M: "You need to sit down. Don't make me tell you again."
H: "Love bug, you need to sit down and eat. Listen to your mommy."
G: "Okay, Daddy" As she smiles sweetly towards me, and gets back in her seat.
2 seconds later:
She's out of her seat.
H: "What did I tell you? No ice cream if you don't stay seated and finish your food."
G: "Can I just take my fries home and have ice cream now?"
M & H: "No! Eat your dinner!"
Commence the whining:
G: "Mommmmmmmm! I want ice cream! I am done eating. I am sitting down! Doesn't my knees count? But my baby needs me (seated in it's own damn highchair). I don't want anymore chicken! I'm tired. I want to hold you! I'm hungry! I need ice cream."
M: Getting ready to sigh, staring down my husband, gritting my teeth, and about to get nasty.
G: "Mommy, don't be upset with me. But can I have ice cream?"
Before I even answer:
H: "When you turn 16, I am buying you the ugliest car ever to make up for driving us crazy. It will be a Plymouth. It will be a boat. It will be green. The windows will not roll down. The radio won't work. And Mommy and I will laugh."
G: "That's not very nice."
5 seconds later:
G: "Mommy, I need to go potty."
The joys of an almost 4 year old. Sigh.