Maya: I want THIS one. (Holding up Aladdin case. We’ve watched Aladdin already at least 6-7x this week. Ugh.)

Me: Maya, let’s do something else. Mama’s tired of that movie. How about Toy Story?

Maya: How about NO.

*snort*

I can’t complain. She comes by it honestly.

Maya: Apple? Apple?

Me: Sure, you can have an apple.

Maya: Whole apple!

Me: No, babe. Last time we did that, you took five bites, then threw the rest away. You can have apple slices. (Sliced apple.)

Maya: APPPPPLLLLLE! APPPPLLLLLE!

Me: Here it is. (Handing her apple slices on a cutting board.)

Maya: NO! WHOLE apple! (falls on the floor in the quiet prelude to a scream)

Me: (ignore Maya)

Maya: (Grabs apples slices and chomps them down.)

Guess it DOES still taste okay when chopped up.