Where were you on the night Orville Redenbacher disappeared?

Under the bright lights, in a small room, late last night, this is how it went down:

G: K., want some popcorn?
K: No thank you.
G: I'll save you some, just in case.
K: It's okay. I don't want any.
G: I'll leave the bag right in front of you, in case you change your mind.
K: (pushing it away) I don't want the bag. I'm eating oatmeal.
G: But you might change your mind.
K: I won't change my mind.
Me: G., leave him alone. He doesn't want popcorn.
G: But he might change his mind.
Me: He's not going to change his mind. Don't ask him again.
G: Why not? That doesn't make any sense. I change my mind!
K: G.! Stop it!
Me: Leave him alone.
G: (Becoming agitated) That's too weird! Why can't he change his mind? Everybody else does!
Me: You're getting on his nerves. Just stop talking about it.
G: (in a whisper) I'll just hold this last popcorn kernel in my hand and save it, in case he changes his mind.
K: Aaaah!

There was nothing left for K. to do but leave the room so she knew that he was serious. I say: good for him for staying under control. Anyone would have been tempted to deck her, or alternately, hire her as an interrogation specialist. Her persistence could shake the cool of the most hardened criminal. Have I ever told you how many months it took to wean her off the sippy cup? Or, on the flip side, how quickly she learned to jump rope, ride bike, and roller skate? There is no stopping, or starting, this kid. She sets her course, and we can only pray it's a good one!

I asked for the sweaty, squished kernel in her fist. She popped it in her mouth and that was that.

G: You made me do that. It's too bad. Now if he wants one, there won't be any left for him!

Sigh. Well, her heart is in the right place. On her watch, her brother might have to fight for his sanity, but at least he'll never go hungry.