Just to Prove Me Right...

....E ate the following for Thanksgiving dinner:

One bite of her cousin C's turkey leg.
One bite of asparagus...though she mostly just sucked on it.
One apple.

Then for dessert, she insisted on putting everything on her plate, but ate nothing. Oh, well. I didn't make it a battle until she asked for a cookie shaped like a shell, after she didn't eat the first one that was shaped like a horseshoe. I said no, no more dessert, because she still had shards of each offering uneaten on her plate. She threw a tantrum and I sent her out of the room. I found her ten minutes later on the couch, wrapped in her banklets. I asked her if everything was okay, and she said, "You don't make me feel much good when you say no."

That pretty much sums up the life of a toddler, doesn't it?