Nik is at my feet, under the computer table. Every now and then, I hear a sob.
Me: “Nik, why are you crying?”
Nik: “Because I’m sad.”
Me: “Why are you sad?”
Nik: “Because I not happy anymore.”
[He refused to eat sesame chicken (which he loves!) for dinner, and so I said he could not have his milk until he ate the chicken. That was two hours ago. The standoff is still going on.]
Update: I caved.