“Eat your dinner,” I said to my young son. “I don’t want to!” he replied, pushing his plate away.
“Look, I know you’re upset about the death of your dog,” I began, “but as long as you avoid the
fur, he’s actually quite delicious.””
“Eat your dinner,” I said to my young son. “I don’t want to!” he replied, pushing his plate away.
“Look, I know you’re upset about the death of your dog,” I began, “but as long as you avoid the
fur, he’s actually quite delicious.””