She goes through her day eating hotpockets, crackers, pizza sandwiches, gold fish, and some times toast when she's really desperate. but now, we implemented the beginning of the end of making her own selection and as a result, an fussy and dramatically sad child appeared. this is a moment in her childhood that i'm sure she'll remember as torture, now, but hopefully we can all laugh about it when the years go by.

the torture of childhood, and frustration of parenthood, at the moment: