Reason-abled

On our way home from the beach, we stopped over a “Family Country Restaurant” -- exactly what the name reads. It was around 6pm when we finished our full dinner. Around 9pm, when the time was up for Sienna to go to bed, she went, “Mommy, I am hungry.” That could be interrupted as “Mommy, I am not happy going to bed yet.”

"Are you really? You will eat what I give you, right?"
"I only pick at a restaurant."

So I fixed her a slice of bread with prosciutto. At the end of it, I rushed her to finish it. She said, very politely, “Mommy, do you want me to stuff my mouth so that I can get choked? Be patient with me.”

This was for the record to show how I am such a reasonable parent because of such a reasonable child.