“I don’t wanna eat turnips!”
“If you eat your turnips like a good girl, I’ll let you stay up later, and you can have some candy after dinner.”
Brie heard the microwave beep several times, then begin humming.
“It’s not fair!” Brie whined.
“It’s perfectly fair; if you be good, you get a treat, if not, you don’t.” Jinny began setting the table; first, clearing off a few stacks of papers.
“Jiiinnny!”
“Yes, Brietta?” Jinny stopped to poke her head around the corner.
“Why does being good mean I gotta do some’fing I don’t wanna do?”
“Because you decided not to like those things!” Jinny smiled, pointing a finger at Brie, for emphasis.
“Why do you get to chose what’s good?”
