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I was definitely still in Elementary school. I was pondering the circular nature of the days of the week and I realized that time is continuous. I had realized that any time after dinner is still "after dinner"... even the next day.
I skipped dessert one evening and the next evening, argued that it was still "after dinner" for last night. Thus, I should be allowed dessert before tonight's dinner.
My parents are amused now, but oh, the drama that this caused back then was unbelievable. I had a good one. They knew it. And I knew it. But they were parents and couldn't let me win. I get that now. =)
Eventually, I fought hard enough for my Dessert Rights that I was allowed dessert before or after dinner if I wanted to, but on the condition that I finished at least one reasonable helping of dinner. And if I didn't, it would be a whack with the stick end of the Chinese feather duster.
I thought that was fair and I took the bargain =)
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I was helping my parents de-clutter over the weekend and saw that they had the feather duster out for actual dusting work. It still filled me with dread and it's been at least 20 years since I got beat with one. *shudder*
I never understood food battles and was glad my parents never made a big deal out of eating. If after having tried it I didn't care for what was being served, there was always a bowl of Cheerios or a cream cheese and jelly sandwich as an option.
I like cooked onions, raw onions are... something else... =}
I also love cilantro. I love plain avocado, but don't like guacamole. And I still can't handle bitter melon.
I always just had trouble eating continuously. They made me eat lunch an hour earlier than everyone else and I would still finish last.
They totally get it from their Mom (husband's cousin) who used to do that when she was little. We all joke that it's payback. =D