Me: Okay, Ella – it’s time for supper! We’re having chicken bites and fries!
Ella: I don’t want that.
Me: It’s yummy!
Ella: I want a Pop Tart.
Me: If you eat your chicken bites and french fries, you can have a Pop Tart!
Ella: *pointing and jabbing at her tummy*
I only have one room in here and there is only room for a Pop Tart.
You *almost* can’t argue with that.