K (3): Will you open my popsicle for me, please, Mother?
Mama: (sipping Jamba Juice while K whines about it) K, I'll be happy to help you when you use words to tell me what you want.
Baby M (1): Juice.
Mama: You don't have to eat if you don't want to. But I would like you to come sit at the table with us. And if you sit down, Daddy might share his chips and salsa with you.
L (6): It's a good thing I like chips and salsa. I'm not going to fall for that one again.