The vultures descend

I say this once a week. Or once a day depending on how bad it is.

We’re at the dinner table eating a delicious meal.

Felicity announces that she’s not hungry/too tired/food is too spicy/she doesn’t want it, when she actually has quite a bit of food left on her plate.

Suddenly, boys with forks are crowding around her plate.

And then she’ll say, “No. Daddy.”

To his great delight.

There are benefits to having someone wrapped around your finger.

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