Why do I even bother?

Tonight for dinner I fixed chicken stuffing casserole. Here is the recipe: leftover chicken stripes from last night fajitas in a glass baking dish, a layer of stove top stuffing, topped with cream of chicken soup (that I mixed with milk and little sour cream). I then baked it at 350 for about 30 min. I served it with cooked peas. How bad can it be?

Before I even take the tin foil off the casserole, Little Sister starts to whine. These are her exact words, "Mom I hate that stuff it tastes like my throw-up." I couldn't help but laugh, which mad her really mad. I gave her a tiny serving of casserole and some peas. She ate all her peas and then started to cry when I told her she needed to eat the rest of her dinner. We then had a long debate on how much she was going to eat. We both agreed on three BIG bites. She took the first bite and choked it down all the while making gagging sounds. The same thing happened on the second bite, but on the third bite I really thought she was going to hurl. Inside I was laughing my head off. I couldn't make eye contact with her because then I wouldn't have been able to keep it in. Big Sister kept asking, "Mom why are you smiling?"

Since Little Sister ate her three bites I let her have something else to eat. She chose Kraft sliced cheese melted on a piece of bread. Ya, that's better.