So, dinner is a fight every night. We made the mistake for a while of letting The Girl eat whatever she wanted at dinner time, even if it deviated from our own meal. This means, you guessed it, making 2 meals. We've decided, about a year ago, to stop doing that.
Tonight, dinner was pasta and chicken pesto. She doesn't like pesto. I respect that.
So, while boiling the pasta, I asked her if she wanted some. She responded with her new pre-tween voice, "fine."
When it was done, I asked if her if she wanted butter on it.
The Girl: No
Me: Are you sure?
TG: No butter
Me: it'll be better with something like butter or some parmesan cheese on it.
TG: No.
Me: Seriously, do you want me to put butter on it?
TG: No.
Me: Nothing at all, then. Just confirming now, NO butter, right.
TG: No butter.
About 5 minutes later we sat down to eat, and she evaluates her bowl of plain pasta.
TG: Can I have some butter?
Me: /facetable
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