Eat Your Carrots

Me: Timothy, eat your carrots.

Timothy: I can't. My eyes hurt.

Me: Timothy, eat your carrots.

Timothy: Daddy, I can't. My teeth are busy growing.

Me: Timothy, eat your carrots.

Timothy: I can't. I'm sick.

For the record . . . no carrots were eaten. Also, for the record . . . no ice cream came after dinner.