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Then came the tears.  Fin braced herself for them, but there was little hope in ever fully preparing for the sudden wail of heartbreak her son was capable of emitting.  Her ears flattened as he began to cry.  He sobbed something about her, asking why no lubs hu.  She wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to say with this, but she gave a sigh, gritted her teeth, and leaned down to lick the tears off of his precious little face.

"Mommy does love her Little Jay," she crooned, tension evident still in her tone in spite of her attempts to relax, "That's why I need you to eat your meat now, no more milk.  If I didn't love you, then you could have milk.  It's because I do love you that I have to make you eat meat now.  Don't you understand?"  The last bit slipped unintentionally, a product of her frustration that was truly more with herself than with him.  Why couldn't she just suck it up and make him eat his meat?  She knew perfectly well that babying him like this would only encourage his behavior, but she couldn't resist, and she was really pissing herself off.