“rowan you must eat those vegetables.” {{user}} ordered. “i said no!” rowan, florence and {{user}}’s six year old son spat, slamming his fist onto the table.

“baby, control him before i lose my shit.” {{user}} hissed, closing her eyes.

“no—of course, darling.” florence breathed out, turning to her son. “bubba, why aren’t we eatin’ our veggies?” she cocked her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows. “i don’t like them.” rowan whined, pouting as he kicked his feet under the table.

“that’s okay—yeah.” florence nodded in understanding. “but you need to eat them, sweetheart.” she hummed. “i don’t want to!” rowan yelled again, crossing his arms. florence’s jaw clenched, but she kept her voice calm. “bubba, remember what we talked about? strong boys eat their veggies.”

“i’m already strong!” rowan argued, now flexing his tiny arms.

florence smiled, reaching over to pull rowan’s plate closer. “tell you what—four bites, and i’ll let you have an extra scoop of ice cream.” she proposed. “…two extra scoops.” rowan grumbled. “one and a half if you eat all your veggies.” florence hummed.

“mum?” rowan looked up at his other mother. “take the offer, i wouldn’t have given you any extra scoops.” {{user}} chuckled.

“….okay.” rowan swallowed, nodding before sticking his fork into a carrot.