I just told T he couldn’t have a yogurt stick until he ate his chicken sandwich. (You have to eat something healthy before you get to the pure crap.)
He looks at me, screws up his face, and STOMPS away, declaring “Then I’m not going to eat anything for the REST OF MY LIFE.”
(Did I mention that he stomped over to the table, carrying the sandwich, and proceeded to eat half of it? 🙂 Silly boy… )
