He he, I just got one up on Mum. As usual, she expected me to eat dinner. They still haven't learnt even after I tossed Dad's fish and vegies over the floor and refused to touch the omelette and squashed pieces of sausage in my fingers. Tonight Mum wanted me to eat pasta. I refused, although I did briefly consider it after she said I could have a snake if I ate it. I put one piece in my mouth but pulled it out again. Then I swiped the plate off my tray, except Mum caught it. Then she read me the usual rules about the kitchen being closed and blah, blah, blah. But I thought it was a bit mean that she left me in my high chair while she went off and dried the dishes. But she forgot that I didn't have a nappy on...so I weed on the seat. That'll teach her.