When 3 year Olds Compromise

*Author's note:  The following will be deleted when the subject of said blog reaches myspace age. 

Today's conversation involved me, Venice, lunch and candy.  We had come home from preschool and Miss V was demanding "wunch."

I offered her a choice between peanut butter and jelly, grilled cheese, or a corndog.  She went with corndog.

I nuked said corndog, put it in front of her, gave her some milk and said, "Here you go!"

Venice:  I don't want it.

Me:  You asked for corndogs, remember?

Venice:  I don't want it.

Me:  This is lunch today.  Tomorrow we will have something else.

Venice:  I don't want it.

Me:  Well, this is lunch.

Venice:  I don't want it.

Me:  *ignoring her*

Venice:  I'm finished, Dani.  I count 5 candies now, okay?

Me:  No candies because you didn't eat your corndog.

Venice:  I don't want it.

Me (finding a loop hole and resorting to bribery):  If you eat your corndog, you can have 5 candies.

Venice:  Yeah, 5 candies.

Me:  Eat your corndog and you can count 5 candies.

Venice:  I want 5 candies, Dani.

Me:  Then eat your corndog.

Venice:  I don't want it.

Me:  If you want candy, you need to eat your corndog.

(Are you still with me, people?  Trust me, it's much longer in person.)

Venice:  I don't want it.

Me:  Then no candy.

Venice:  I want 5 candies, Dani.

Me:  Then eat your corndog.

Venice:  I don't want it.

Ad infintum.

How do you think this ended, perchance?  Who won?  Did the 45 year old hold out and teach the 3 year old consequences?  Or did the 3 year old walk all over the 45 year old and get what she wanted?

Here's what we did:  We compromised.

She did not eat her corndog.  She did get 5 candies. 

Shut up