Zoe has a new bedtime routine. She is hungry or wants a drink of water or needs her doll or needs a blankie or needs to check on her school bag or ...
The girl has become the queen of stalling.
A couple nights ago she complained to daddy that she was hungry, this was their conversation:
Zoe: Daddy, I'm starving.
N: How can that be? You've been snacking for most of the night. How do you know you're hungry?
My tummy is talking!
Maybe it's upset and you need an antacid.
You can't eat those. We don't eat things with ants on it!
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