Who will teach you to stand up for your own needs if not me? If I were to let you eat all the raspberries, or just as bad, if I were to restrict myself to only those I 'sneak' while you are not looking, those that never make it to the bowl, how would you learn that I too am human? How would you feel permission, when you are a grown woman, to still demand happiness, even when you must disappoint others to get it? That, my dear, is why I must wrestle you for the raspberry bowl. Even though you are only four. Even if you pout and whimper and shove a little. I do it for me little one, but it's for your own good. Raspberry growing parents of the world, eat with pride!
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