Scene:  The end of dinner.  The little angel is still picking lethargically at her heart pasta dipped in cheese, refusing to end her meal. 

Me:  "Remember, as soon as you get done, we can color on the valentine cards for your grandparents!"

Little Angel:  "I'm not done eating." (takes tiny bite)

(Ten minutes go by, during which the little angel smears cheese on the tile-topped table, then begins to draw abstract designs with her Hello Kitty spoon.)

Me:  "I think you're done. It's time to color on the cards."

Little Angel:  "I'm still eating!  I'm really hungry!"

(Five more minutes go by. I am increasingly agitated.)

Me:  "Honey, you're not eating. It's time to end this charade."

Little Angel:  "Stop talking to me about the cards, MOMMY, I already heard about the cards, and I'm going to color them, but I'm not done EATING NOW, and you should stop talking."

Me:  (stunned silence)

Beloved:  "I guess she gave you the business."