A young child is melting down because she “is just so hungry.” (snack time was an entire hour ago). The mother frantically throws together dinner to quell the symphonic whining of children #2 and #3. Boil water, dang it! Pasta in, veggies chopped, sauce thrown on, sausage cut and voila. Plates are on the table and for a moment all is right in the world again. But soon that same young child is distressed.
“The sausage is too spicy,” she hollers.
“So eat the pasta and other stuff,” I answer back.
The dramatic whining increases as she flings her head skyward, fork extended to the heavens and exclaims, “But I love it. And it’s too spicy. And it’s my favorite thing in the world.”
Ah yes, it’s dinner time.