The three-year-old with whom I spent today did not want the carrot from my salad that I offered him at lunch. So I ate it. He then turned his large brown eyes to me and said, in a persuasive tone, “If you eat that other carrot too, you can have dessert.”
Nice of him to give me permission, wasn’t it?
As it happens, we did not have dessert, because he did not eat his chicken. But, even before I tried the dessert bribe on him, he passionately declared, “I don’t want dessert!”
And so my second carrot was eaten in vain.