Cue The Smiths

One of the things we’re working on here at Casa Core Dump is to get Andrea to eat her dinner. Yes, when you have a child, this is one of the things you have to work on. If you’re a parent, you know this; if you’re not, OH YOU WILL FIND OUT.

Andrea’s cunning scheme has been to barely nibble on dinner, and then a few minutes later complain about being hungry and wanting a snack. Us parental figures, on the other hand, would like her to ACTUALLY EAT THE FOOD we cooked for her after coming home from a long day at work when we’d much rather plop down on the couch.

’Cause we’re Nazi that way.

The other day she had one of her wants-a-snack moments, and we informed her that, no, there will in fact not be a snack tonight, like we talked to you about a million times.

This was not popular. So she went to the TV room, where she has her pens and papers, slammed the door and went to work.

Here are the results.

Door with signs

Dad is not a favroit

Mom is not a favroit

Even though not being a “favroit” is obviously difficult, there are several things I’m proud of here. One, she says please. Politeness is important. Second, even though there’s a lot of creative spelling, notice that she misspells the same way on both sheets. So, like her dad, she may be wrong, but dagnabbit, she’s CONSISTENT.

And now I guess it’s time to go transfer my Smiths collection to her computer…