You are determined for me to come crawling back to you, aren't you? This is why Americans are obese; you won't let go. You refuse to respect the end of a relationship. You're like chocolate butter cream frosting clinging to my arteries. You are chocolate butter cream frosting clinging to my arteries.
I see that you've decided to play hard ball. Convincing my youngest daughter to go on strike until she gets sugar was a bit of genius. "No Hugs, No Sugar," that's the rallying cry around here these days. But psyche on you! The rallying cry used to be, "You're a bad mommy," so I'm thinking this is an improvement.
Oh, and don't think that lasagna at the swim team banquet changes anything. It was a moment of weakness, that's all. Goodbye. End of story.
I am on to you like white on rice so watch your back.