Neighbours: OK H, come and get your ice cream.
H: Yayyy!!! Ice cream!!!
(spoons clinking on bowls)
H: More ice cream?
Neighbours: No, that's enough H.
H: More ice cream!!
Neighbours: No. We can have more tomorrow.
(screaming, crying, and doors closing)
These neighbours of mine appear to be conscious of their food choices and the way they raise their daughter, judging from their lush veggie garden and her tasteful outfits. And yet, the tiny mindless eating monster lurks within her...
The next unsuspecting parents got it even worse. A similar dialogue occurred between them and their son (who had a mohawk and was actually named "Cowboy"). When Cowboy didn't get his way with the marshmallows, he launched into a full-on wobbler, his screams and cries ricocheting off the industrial walls of No Frills.
The easy route, as anyone who has dealt with a tantrum knows, is to give in to that tiny monster, just to SHUT IT UP. And, as everyone knows, that is a short-term solution, because the monster will come back, louder and even more insistent than the day before.