“I hate spinach!” Myles shouted.
“I know you do, but you need it to grow big and strong,” Jenna said, patting his shoulder.
Myles squirmed under her touch. “I don’t care, I’m not eating it!”
“If you don’t eat your spinach, you can’t have dessert.” She stopped stroking him, moving to the seat across the table.
“Why not? That’s unfair.”
“It’s not unfair. You need healthy food before you get the treat.”
“Well I’ll just steal cake when you’re not looking. So there.”
“No, Myles, you won’t.”
“Because you’re not a bad boy.”
Myles harrumphed, crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair.
“Now eat your spinach. We have to go pick up the kids soon.”
Myles lifted his fork, glaring across the table.