Without knowing it, I threw down the gauntlet with Zoey. Some nights trying to get the kids to eat dinner is torture - for all of us. Tonight we told Violet she couldn't go outside and roller blade until she'd eaten at least one bite of everything on her plate. She didn't like it, but she finally did it. With Zoey, I nonchalantly said, "You can go outside, too, if you eat one piece of broccoli."
That was it - my act of war. We've been at this for an hour. Everyone else has eaten their dinner and the dishes are all done except for one little Minnie Mouse fork with a bit of broccoli on it. She just will not budge. I hate it, but I guess I can't budge either. She's sitting on my lap right now crying and twirling my hair around her little fist (that's her comfort thing), but I guess we're not going to go outside and join Greg and Violet as they play.
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