It's slow-going with the battle to have Anna say please. Much like WWI, progress is measured in inches of muddy terrain, and there have been many casualties. Take for example, this gem from last night:
Anna, sidling up to me, placing her fluffy blonde head on my lap, training her sad blue eyes on mine to say:
"I really need some candy, I really do........puhlease"
"Thankyou for asking so nicely. Of course you can have some candy"
"Get it for me!"