So I have issues about Evie's weight. And she must be catching on.
We were just having lunch, and as usual Evie had only eaten the low calorie stuff. She polished off an entire clementine and a side salad with three artichoke hearts. At least she managed to eat a piece of cheese.
Then she noticed a fortune cookie from last night's dinner. This is how negotiations went:
Evie: I have this cookie?
Me: I want you to eat some hot dog first.
Evie: The cookie will give me calories.
I gave her the cookie.