Eva: Popsy? (her word for popsicle)
Me: No honey. You have to eat something for breakfast first.
She frowns.
Me: Do you want a pancake?
Eva: No.
Me: Banana? Apple? Cereal? Pop Tart?
Eva: No. No. No. No.
Me: Chicken?
Eva: All right!
3 minutes later...
Me: All right... I guess you ate all your... breakfast chicken. You can have a popsicle now.
These are the days where memories are made. These are the days I don't want to forget. The good days, the bad days, the mundane days -- I want them all.
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