In the car, on the way home from picking up Doodles and playing in the playground (our one nice day! And tonight it starts to snow again):
Me: Don’t forget, I pick the dinner tonight.
[I got tired of the fights and the unfinished dinners and the demands for different food, so from now on, I pick dinner and they eat or not–their choice.]
Pie: I want to pick dinner!
Me: Nope! I’m going to do it.
Pie: I’m all done with this family.
Me: Okay. What family would you like?
Pie: I don’t know. You pick.
We’d take her. Especially at dinner time!
How about I leave her and the boy with Adam and you take me. I eat even more than she does!