Eating at our house lately has reached a new level of fun.
This is how yesterday morning went down.
Andrew starts off the morning super early in my face complaining that he is hungry.
I say, "sound great, let's go get breakfast" and we head downstairs.
I pop a waffle into the toaster and he starts yelling, "I'm not hungry!"
I say, "Well, I just made you a waffle, so let's try and eat some of it."
I cut up the waffle and put a little syrup on it and bring it over to the table.
"I don't want anything on the waffle and I want it whole. Not cut up!"
Seriously? No syrup.
I was being extra nice yesterday I think, so I said, "OK, if you ask nicely, I can make you one without syrup and I'll eat this one." Normally I'd just say, "sorry, this is what you're eating."
Fast forward 3 minutes and he has a plain, non-syrupy waffle on his plate.
"Mom, can you cut up my waffle?"
Seriously? You just had a major tantrum about the fact that the last one was cut up.
A few minutes later, "Mom, can you put syrup on my waffle please?"
Grrr. Sigh of exasperation. I pushed the other plate towards him with the already cut up waffle covered in syrup that I'd made him ten minutes before.
Gotta love three year olds.