Today, 4:40 pm. I'm in the kitchen washing dishes. Ginger wanders in.
"What are we dooooin'?"
"Well, I'm washing dishes, and then I'm going to make dinner."
She puts her yucky face on. "I don't like dinner."
Sigh. "I know." Take a moment to think fondly back to when they used to at least ask what we're having for dinner before saying they don't like it...
"I want brownies."
Turn off the water. Dry my hands. Prepare for battle. "It's not time for brownies. If you're hungry you can have a snack. Your choices are carrots or an orange."
"Um...." Wait. "Umm..." Shift weight to other foot. Fold arms. Put smiling expectant face on, hoping for the best.