No, the ‘habit’ isn’t eating dinner. It’s not that she only uses a purple cup or a blue plate, either. It isn’t that she’s wearing a princess dress over a cheerleader outfit over her regular day clothes, though that does happen often. The habit is this face and what she says nearly every single night at dinner no matter what I place under her nose.
“I hate this.”
And my, nearly every single night, automatic reply, “I know. That’s why I made it.”