You’re not going anywhere until you finish your dinner.
You hardly ate anything at all. You just moved it around your plate. I can tell.
No, it didn’t go bad. There’s nothing wrong with it. It just got cold because you’ve been dilly-dallying for so long.
That doesn’t count as a bite. A bite is a whole green bean.
Your brother didn’t have a problem finishing his food. I thought you liked chicken?
That was three bites. I said five.
Okay, well, your father and I are going to go watch The Voice. When you finish those bites, you are more than welcome to come join us.