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It started innocent enough – a family outing to Jason’s Deli. It’s a regular Sunday lunch destination for us. Everything was going smooth until my daughter decided to get smart with me. To take a step back, she gets her smart mouth from me. It’s 100% mine. I’ll own it. But I thought we were in agreement that being a smart mouth would not be directed towards me. After all, I can teach her how to use those powers for her own personal gain.

Like I said, it was typical enough. She started messing with me, so I tried to put a piece of red onion in her mouth. “You can’t make me eat an onion,” she lashes out. We laugh it off, but soon enough, she says it again and wags her finger in my face. As I like to say, it got real real, real quick.

I felt like my parental bounds were being pushed, and I am sure they were, to a degree. So I told her that she couldn’t have any ice cream unless she took a bite of the red onion piece.

Let the standoff begin.

She decides that she needs some sympathy, so she starts working her eyes to make herself cry. That just made me laugh. So she started working it harder, eventually bringing forth tears. Of course, I am unphased by this because I watched her make herself cry. So did my wife. So did both of our boys. But before you know it, my wife has turned on me for making the girl cry! Can you believe that? Witnessing the whole thing, my wife actually sided with our daughter! I guess girls do stick together.

In the end, I did win out. My daughter tried the red onion. She hated it. Everyone got their ice cream and we all went about our day.

The moral of the story is that you can’t trust girls. They are fake and they naturally side with each other.