The Stubborns

I am pretty sure this story will go down in family folklore. It is SOOOO typical Claire!

The other day we were eating hamburgers for dinner. Claire said,

"I want a pickle."

Now, Claire does NOT like pickles. I am her mother. I know this to be true after many previous experiences. I said,

Me: "Claire, you don't like pickles."

C: "Yes I do! I DO like pickles!"

Me: "No you don't."

C: "Yes I do! I WANT a pickle!"

Me: "OK, here is a pickle."

Claire takes a bite and makes the most disgusted look you have ever seen. It is obvious she is hating every single chew.

Me: "Do you like it?"

C: "Yes, it's yummy" (while still making the face of torture for having this horrid pickle in her mouth)

Me: "OK, there's the rest of the pickle to eat" (pointing to her plate)

C: (picks up the last of the pickle, pops it in her mouth and eats it, while everyone at the table is laughing hysterically at her stubbornness.)