Bam!

Last night I told Peyton "no", when she asked if she could eat a bunch of junk before dinner.  She slammed a door in response proving, once again, that she's definitely my kid.  As a bonus, my mom was here.  I'm hoping she's finally coming around to the realization that it's genetic....that we cannot help ourselves.  Also, if my kid asks, I never said any such thing.