Late this afternoon, I was poring over paperwork at my desk, while my youngest daughter was enjoying a half an hour with Mister Rogers on tv.
She suddenly appeared at my elbow:
Child Number Three: (hopping up and down) Mama? I have some chock-it milk?
Me: (gently) No, Shrimp. You had chocolate milk at lunchtime. How about plain milk?
Child Number Three: (grimacing) NOPE!! I wan' chock-it milk. How come I not have some MORE? Pleasepleaseplease???
Me: (looking straight. into. her. eyes.) No, sweetheart. No more chocolate milk. Chocolate milk isn't really good for you. It has too much sugar in it, so you should only have a little bit. You can have plain milk, instead, if you like.
Child Number Three: (pinning me with her best "Paddington Bear" VERY HARD STARE) Mama... You dwink LOTSA coffee. COFFEE not good for you...
Me: (turning towards the kitchen) Right. So, how many spoonfuls of Nesquick did you say you wanted in it?