"Timothy, eat your green beans."
"I can't. I don't have any hands," Timothy says, as he tries to hide them under the table in his lap.
It's his creative way of saying, "I don't want to eat my beans."
I am so much more sophisticated with my excuses. They sound more like this:
"I can't. I already have plans that day."
"I can't. My plate is full."
"I can't. I'm busy."
I think I'm telling the truth, but I wonder, do I look and sound as ridiculous as Timothy with his hands hiding under the table?
Next time I decline a request I'm just going to try, "I can't. I don't have any hands."
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