On the way home from swimming, I announced that during the day I had gone ahead and eaten all of Lucy’s ice cream birthday cake.
Lucy immediately picked up on my trickery, but Kathleen was seriously distressed. Kathleen started protesting that now we needed to go by the store to get a new cake, but (in order to torture her sister) Lucy faux accepted that she would have no cake and encouraged me to give her options for what vegetables we might replace the cake with after dinner. By the time we made it home, Kathleen was on the verge of a meltdown.
I am already saving money for Kathleen’s future therapy sessions.