So, we come home from school (daycare, to be precise). As is her wont, Katya had her requests lined up:
“Appa, may I watch TV?”
Appa (how can I let your mind starve for the whole day without your TV, my child?): “Sure”
“Appa, may I have a brownie?”
Appa (how can I let your stomach starve in the evening, my child?): “Su … Oh, waitaminute! Finish the 2/2 waffle from this morning that you did (could) not finish before you had to rush to school!”
Katya (five minutes later): “Appa, I am done. Now may I have the brownie?”
Appa (good job – you’ve finished your breakfast, my child!): “OK … Ooooh, waitaminute!” (memories of uneaten lunches past come flooding to the father, who has to listen to a daily tantrum that child throws at mother in defence of those uneaten lunches) “Did you finish your lunch?”
Katya: “Ummmm … No.”
Appa (glad at having staved off tantrum of the day): “Eat that first then!”
She’s finished her breakfast (finally); now I am now waiting for her to finish her lunch, so I can approve the snack (brownie).
Note: The above sequence of events would’ve been impossible without the catalyst in the background (the TV, of course).
Update: She is only halfway through lunch … and has quit for the time being. 😦