Roy Lewis looked at the three disheartened little ones and felt a mix of sympathy and amusement.
"As a mother, shouldn't you be a bit more lenient when it comes to snacks?"
Richelle Dunn didn't think so. "With their intelligence, getting some snacks is too easy. If I give them some leeway, they'll always find some excuse. Snacks aren't the problem, but their throats and bodies will suffer."
Roy teased her, "But didn't you say I wouldn't understand the happiness that comes from little snacks?"
Richelle shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, but who can guarantee that something that brings happiness won't harm one's health?"
"Fine..."
Roy discovered that he had been convinced by her once again.
"So, should I talk to Nathan and tell him not to indulge them too much next time?"
Richelle shook her head, "No need. With their intelligence, it's too easy for them to persuade someone to make an exception for them. So, this boundary must be set by themselves and cannot be imposed by others."
