During sacrament meeting at our local LDS church, Nem will take cheerios out of a bag one by one, pressing them to my lips, looking at me intently, earnestly, expectantly. She pleasantly but fairly firmly instructs:
Eat it!
If I shake my head and say “No, thank you”, she presses the cheerio harder into my lips, and with a consternation that is somehow pleasant, insists:
No! – Eat it!
Until she is pressing the cheerio past my closed lips and I can’t refuse without spitting it out. Okay, thank you, I’ll say, amused.
This morning before my breakfast she hands me one of her chwakate chips (the same spoken of among recent “tweets”) from a little gumball machine she has full of them. She pleasantly instructs:
Here, eat it!
Me: No, thank you, I haven’t had breakfast yet.
Again she returns a consternation that is somehow pleasant:
No! – Eat it!
Me: Okay, I’ll have it after breakfast, thank you.
She is her great-grandfather’s great-grand-daughter.
I’m tickled, and I’ll accept gifts more often.
Looks like she got the food=love gene. That’s cute. Or maybe it’s the house’s karma.