Exasperation

 

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.