Last night when I called everyone to the dinner table for Chicken Parmesan, Topher loudly refused and hid under the futon instead. Several of us tried to coax him out, but he would have none of it. Finally I went to talk to him.
Me: Buddy, why are you under the futon?
Topher: (with intensity) Because I don't want that food!
Me: Oh? What food do you want?
Topher: I want ice cream with bananas!
He was disappointed that I didn't offer that as a dinner substitute.
He did finally come to the table. He ate the cheese off the chicken, two noodles, and drank two glasses of Crystal Light lemonade. Oh well, something is better than nothing.
Careful, sometimes I take pictures of kids throwing tantrums...
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