Well, I guess I was tempting fate making the Linda Blair comparison (see yesterday) – last night Phee vomited in such a way to make Miss Blair look like a rank amateur – and all over a two hour effort to get her to eat one yummy home-made-fresh-from-the-barbie hamburger.
As Rae pointed out we’ve decided the best way to avoid such battles is to never start the war. From now peace and tranquillity shall reign at our meal times and hopefully impressions of possessed adolescents will be a thing of the past (or future).