Early morning parenting

Shortly after breakfast this morning, Nathan turned to me and declared, "Dadda, I'm hungry, and I don't want fruit." We have apples, cherries, raspberries, and blueberries at hand.

"If you say you're hungry, but you won't eat fruit you like, you aren't hungry," I informed him. "We've had this conversation before."

"But not today," he replied.

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