Yesterday after Sylvia refused to fall asleep on the way home from church (she's discovered singing at top volume interferes with sleeping--go figure) and after she gave my cat a helping of kitty-pot, er, catnip, she decided she needed to eat some cat food herself. I told her no, and Derrick told her no, both of which I asked her if she likes cat food, to which she replied, "yes."
To prove how much she likes it, she then opened her mouth and showed us how tasty pre-chewed cat food looks.
A few minutes later Sylvia broke a crayon so she could pull off the paper wrapping. Derrick yelled at her, saying "We've told you not to do that. Do you even listen to us?"
My (very honest) daughter replied, "no."