Lyza: Mom I am starving please feed me before you feed baby brother. (she was not starving 5 seconds ago until she saw that I was going to feed the baby)
Me: Lyza I will feed you as soon as I am done feeding your brother.
Lyza: (now whinnying) No you have to feed me now… (and laying on the ground in the midst of a great tantrum)
Me: Lyza, remember that we don’t talk like that and we need to be patient. Mom will get to you as soon as she can.
Lyza: Stands up and stomps her leg and says. “Fine then I’m not going to be your daughter anymore. I’m going to call Jesus and Heavenly Father and I’m going to live with them up in Heaven and you will never see me again.” Walks off to her room.
Oh, the teenage years should be so much fun!!

