At dinner time Taylor's fork fell on the floor. She refused to pick it up. Surveying what was on her plate I decided the fork was optional.
"Okay," I said, "just use your fingers to eat."
To that she moaned, "NOOOOOOOOOO! I don't want to be a picky eater!!!!"
Ah, good old fashioned misunderstandings.
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