Her: I want toast.
Her: No, wait. I want french toast for lunch. No toast now.
Me: Okay. How about a banana?
Me: How about a banana?
Me: Hey, I know! How about… a banana!
Her: I. Want. An. Apple.
Me: Okay. I’m not cutting it up for you.
Her: Fine. I’ll have a banana.
Me: Excellent choice.
Who knew motherhood would give me everything I needed to prepare me for the subtleties of contract negotiations? I’m so ready for this afternoon’s call.