Ah...children.

The pixie has been in her high chair with her lunch for more than an hour, now.  Refusing to eat what I put in front of her, begging for something, anything, else. 

Just now, she tried a different tactic.  She wants out of her high chair (which she's not getting until I think she's eaten enough).  She knows Mommy won't let her down.  She knows Daddy won't, either.

Recently, she's begun watching the new Mickey Mouse Clubhouse--a cartoon where the Disney characters go on stupid little adventures, and they have a "helper" that they call, that has four tools to help them--things like a screwdriver or other tool, pillows, or other odd collections of things.  Things that are always exactly what they need to do what they want done.  Its name is Toodles.  They call out "Oh, Toodles!" and here it comes to give them a hand.

So, just now, the pixie calls out, "Mama, I right here."

I called back (I'm in the living room, since she won't eat when I'm in there with her), "I know, and you're not getting up until you eat enough."

The next thing I hear?  "Oh, Toodles!"

She's gone through this routine twice, now.