"It's just a routine checkup, sweetie," Anna assured her daughter, "no need to worry, we'll be in and out in no time."
"Well, okay," Jennifer nodded, stuffing another big bunch of unhealthy food into her mouth and chewing, though with a bit less enthusiasm than usual, Anna noticed.
Then a grin grew across the kindly mother's face. "And if you're a good girl, we can stop for a snack anywhere you like."
Her chubby daughter's eyes widened, and the enthusiasm returned. She tried to say something, but it came out muffled and unintelligible.
"Jenny," Anna gave her an expectant look, "what've I told you about talking with your mouth full?"
Jennifer swallowed, again with some effort. "You mean it?!"
"Of course, sweetheart," Anna chuckled, amused by her child's excitement, then added with a smirk, "if you eat one piece of broccoli, you can even get ice cream."
Jennifer's grin quickly inverted, noticing that the pile of broccoli was still there. "But moooom-"
"Just one little piece, Jenny," her mother insisted, adding a little sternness to her voice, "and you won't have to eat it again."
Breathing a long sigh of annoyance, the greedy girl dug through the pile with her plump little fingers, and picked up the tiniest piece of broccoli she could find. It looked just small enough to swallow without chewing, she thought.
With a deep breath, she popped the vegetable in, struggling to swallow it whole but just managing.
"Blech!" She grunted, taking a sip of her drink to try and wash out the awful taste.
"Good girl, Jenny!" Anna smiled proudly, stroking her daughter's hair, "see, I told you it wasn't so bad!"
The chubby girl just pouted cutely, puffing out her already quite round cheeks.
"Now now, you're too old for tantrums," Anna chuckled, "why don't you go change into your pyjamas now?"
With a small nod, followed by a tiny burp, Jennifer, slid off the kitchen chair and slowly waddled out of the kitchen. Anna listened as her ponderous footfalls thudded heavily further and further up the stairs.