Hahaha, that reminds me of the time our oldest wanted chicken nuggets and we had purged the house of the really crappy stuff like those and hot dogs. I made some chicken nuggets by cutting up some chicken breast and breading it, like I had done several times before. The trouble was this time she caught me cutting up the chicken. She said that she wasn't eating the real chicken and that it wasn't fair that she couldn't have the processed nuggets. She went so far as to say it was child abuse.
I told her that she might want to rethink telling a judge that we wouldn't feed her processed food and that we only had fresh vegetables, fruits, and meat in the house.
I would have been just like your daughter. I once threatened my parents with child abuse because I didn't have a box spring under my mattress like my friend. Lol
That's funny. When I was a kid Air Jordans came out and the town kids were all getting them. I felt left out and put them on my wish list, quite dramatically. My grandmother bought me a pair of what she thought were the $100 shoes at Sears for $39.
They were not Air Jordans and they taught me a valuable lesson.
I did not want to be lumped in with that bunch of Converse-wearing, bullying assholes. They also taught me that you probably won't feel punches when your adrenaline is pumping while you are getting beat up, so you can be free to hit back.
I didn't whine too much about being poor after that.