Sophie is cranky. She’s decided that we eat fish too frequently (totally not true – we don’t eat enough fish) and that it wasn’t fair to make her eat fish AGAIN tonight.
Sophie has now been on a fish strike for more than an hour. “Do you want me to starve?” she asks us with disdain. “Of course not. And if you eat your fish, you won’t starve.” She’s stubborn.
She’s also been making all sorts of faces to express her displeasure with our parenting skills.
But here’s the thing. If we had served a meal of foie gras, I’d be willing to prepare her an alternative dish. Not tonight, however. And she’s miserable about it.
Too bad, so sad. Fish is healthy, fish is good. Sophie will eat fish.