And This Is Why I Am In Trouble

I made bean soup, the girls' favorite meal, for their birthday yesterday. Only Aaron isn't a fan of the soup. Melina usually eats it happily.

Yesterday evening, when Melina came to the table to eat dinner, she looked at the meal that I had set at her place. Her lip started to quiver, and she put her head down. I saw a few tear drops hit the floor, and I had no idea what the problem was.

Me: Melina, what is wrong?
Melina: I didn't want bean soup. I wanted pasta.
Me: But you love bean soup. What's wrong with the bean soup?
Melina: If I drop the bean soup on my dress, it will stain.

Apparently, Melina is more concerned with fashion than with food. God help me.