It's Not FAIR!!!

I'm not sure how many times a day I hear this. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands, possibly. You would think that at some point my brain would file that particular phrase under the "Go Ahead and Tune Out" file. No such luck. Each (and every) time it drills through to the irritable part of my brain and nerves begin to fray. Suddenly I find my self professing loudly to all within the sound of my voice that life, as a matter of fact, isn't fair. Somehow I have entered into that golden age of my life when the previously-assumed senility of my parents begins to make sense. They weren't senile. They were parents.
Tonights drama? Rice. With chicken. We sit down at the table and Lindy takes one scornful look at my lovingly prepared dinner and announces, "I will not eat that...not one bite...not at all!" My solution? Quietly and calmly inform her that she will sit there until she eats it. If she sits there all night, it doesn't matter. She WILL eat it. (Sidenote: yes, not my best parenting moment...I know that. In fact, one second into it I realize I have doomed myself to a tortuous no-win ordeal...but not one to give up easily, I prevail.) So here she sits. Alone. Pitting her will against mine. Refusing to take even one little bite. Tomorrow I may have to post a picture of Lindy sitting in front of her breakfast bowl of rice and chicken. Holy crap.