Reya, time for dinner.
Daddy, I want a popsicle.
No. Sit down and eat.
Daddy, I want a biscuit.
Dinner, Reya.
Daddy, I want my boots.
You don’t need your boots.
Daddy, I want my princess costume.
No.
Daddy, I want my bike.
No.
Daddy, I want a juice.
No… oh, ok then, sit down and I’ll get you some.
Daddy, I want a strawberry milk.
No.
Daddy, I want a banana.
Maybe after dinner. We’ll see.
Daddy, I want an ice cream.
No.
Daddy, I want a…
What you want is to sit down and eat your dinner. Now.
Daddy… daddy… daddy…
Reya. Sit. Down. And. Eat.
Daddy, I want Dora.
Reya, listen to me.
Yes daddy.
I’m going to give you a choice.
Yes, daddy?
You can sit down and eat your dinner…
Yes, daddy?
Or you can sit on the naughty step.
…
Daddy?
Yes Reya?
Can I have my dinner now?
Good choice.
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Comments: 8
Most of my Conversations posts employ a fair amount of artistic licence, but this one is (more or less) verbatim from a couple of days ago. Just needed to remove a fair amount of repetition from Mireya's voice, and a fair amount of expletives from mine.
Well done, Pat, you have the flow down perfect.