I bought a new cracker. . . I think it will remain nameless.
I told Abby to put one in her lunch.
She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
I said, "What's the problem?"
She said, "My friend had one and said they were DISGUSTING!" (Said with complete and total drama--nostrils flared)
I said, "Did you try it?"
She said, "No".
I said, "You have to try it, before you can say you don't like it"
She said, "NO!"
I opened one.
She protested more.
I threatened everything I could think of.
She still said no.
I giggled to myself thinking, "I can't believe this is this big of a deal?!?!?!"
But I couldn't lose the battle.
I was holding a quarter sized bite in my fingers that was causing severe emotional trauma.
It was rediculous.
She started to CRY! CRY?!?!?!??!!
I thought, "I can't believe this! She hasn't even TRIED IT!!!!"
I was mad.
She finally took the smallest tiniest ity bity bite. (While plugging her nose)
She was replused.
She was being rediculous.
I think she needs an Academy Award.
I think I need a straight jacket.