My son is working his way through the five stages of grief after being informed that if he doesn’t finish lunch he will not get any snacks before dinner.
We started with denial: I’m not listening!
Moved on to anger: Never! I’m going to sit here forever!
Then bargaining: I’m not coming over there until I get an apple!
And we just hit depression: I’m never going to be done.!
Roll on acceptance.
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Hahaha! The five stages of grief apply in a lot more places than we think
I hope he’s not as stubborn as my sister is. When we were kids she sat up all night refusing to eat her peas.