Fruit Fit

So, today I took Sarah-Grace to Starbuck's at her request (no, really I promise) because she did such an excellent job at her swimming lesson. (And who are we kidding, if the child asked to go to Starbucks after burning the house down I would probably take her.) We walk in and she proceeds to pitch a royal fit because they are out of fruit cups and I am offering to buy her a brownie bite instead. What is wrong with this picture? Seriously, sometimes I wonder if she is my child. Its just NOT in my DNA to prefer a fruit cup over chocolate, I guess she did get all her good genes from Tad.