After a LONG battle over dinner the other night, Garth told Sydney that she had 10 more minutes to eat her food or dinner was over and she would have to be hungry. In 10 minutes, no bites had been taken so he excused her from the table.
She walks over to the couch, peers over the back at her Dad and says, "You guys make the lamest dinners."
I try really hard, I do! But it's hard to satisfy a customer who thinks the only dinner that isn't lame is plain pasta with Parmesan cheese. What can I do?