Preface: Dinner is always a challenge at our house anymore. It generally involves at least one child refusing to eat, and for the past week or so, that has been Michelle. We don't make her a separate meal, and we don't force her to eat. If she wants to eat, though, she gets what we're having, and she can't just fill up on bread (which seems to be her favorite right now). Tonight was no different, and Michelle was a basket case.
Steven: Mommy, is Jesus happy with me when I obey?
Steven: Is Jesus happy when Michelle obeys?
Me (wondering where this is going): Yes.
Steven: Michelle, Jesus is NOT happy with you right now.
Me: Okay, that's enough. Eat your jell-o.