It’s been a long day for SuperBoy and me. We had errands. We accomplished our goals, but we’re worn out.
We were eating our yummy dinner that I made and trying to convince SuperBoy that he needed to eat it or he would not be enjoying our special Friday night dessert treat. He said, “No thank you.” And pushed his food away. I said, “Are you clear on this rule? You don’t eat dinner, no Friday night dessert treat.” “Yes,” he said. “I know.”
He sat there until we were done eating, but then got up and went into the other room, mumbling as he went, “I’m so frushtrated. Just so frushtrated.”