At Maggie's literacy night at her new school she was given a sucker. She sucked on it for awhile, then asked me to hold it for her. After holding it for nearly a half hour, I bit the dang thing off the stick just to be rid of it.
When we got home, I was served with an angry note and was filled with an odd mixture of pride in my kid's writing and annoyance with her attitude.
But I guess parenting is often a mix of pride and annoyance. So, no big deal.