Picky Eater

The microwave beeped as the potato finished cooking. Nancy pulled open the door and yelled, “Cindy, dinner’s ready.”

From upstairs there was the noise of scrambling feet as Cindy came out of her room and ran down the stairs. “Walk!” Nancy yelled. This was an ongoing battle between the two of them.

“I don’t know why you can’t just walk down the stairs like a young lady.” Nancy stated as Cindy slid across the kitchen floor in her socks. Cindy just laughed and poked at the potato on the plate. “Did you micro this? It makes the skin tough, Mom.”