It was another day of resistance from Madeline. She sat with her head turned to one side as if she was trying to smell the fabric of the chair cover. She would leer at me whenever I'd manuever the spoon near her face. Then she said what every parent hates to hear, "No." And then she would turn her head the other direction. She's got some resolve, I'll tell you.
She's turned into a picky eater. Maybe I've made her one with the incessant mac and cheese and quesadillas. I think if she ever sees another canned pea again, she'll go Regan on me. I don't blame her. This is what her lunch looked like on Monday. Or was it Tuesday?
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