I could tell Cassie was hungry when I came to pick her up at school, and by the time we left she was predictably mad as well. I knew she would calm down if she ate something, but she was too mad to accept my offers. “Want some oatmeal?” I asked. “No!” “Cranberry sauce?” “NO!” “What do you want?” “Nothing!” “Nothing?” “NOTHING!”
I had to play her this:
