While sitting at the dining room table, I said to my 4 and a half year old son (for the hundredth time),
"W, please eat your food."
"No, I can't."
"Ok, well then no M&M's, and Daddy's not going to be able to share his brownie with you."
"Mom, get a grip."
I dropped my fork and looked away, undecided whether I was livid or going to wet my pants.
My husband disciplined him and W was excused from the table.
Just another day.