Dinner conversations

We were eating supper tonight and Ava was eating her sandwich fine but not her tomato soup. Rosie was slurping her soup down and Jeff and I had both finished ours. I asked Ava if she was going to eat her soup and she said no. I said I'd eat it then if she wasn't going to. Then we all started talking about how delicious the soup was and how Ava should eat her soup. She joined in and told me that it was "really good soup". I said then that she should eat it herself. She shrugged and said, "Guess not."

Needless to say, she didn't eat her soup.