Diva: What's for dinner?
Diva: I don't want chili.
Me: Too bad.
Diva: (crying) Can't I have something else?
Diva: (Escalating waterworks) Please, my head hurts, I can't eat chili.
Me: (gritting teeth) We are having chili.
Diva: (crying pitifully) Can I have a piece of cold pizza?
Me: (in a proud moment of parenting) Fine just stop bawling.
Diva: (watches everyone else getting chili) Can I have some chili?
She ended up eating two servings.
I am absolutely giddy with excitement over the release of this book. When I heard it was coming out, I started counting the days. I am one sick puppy.