Food doesn’t hurt me. My children with their food hurts me.
These are my current food woes.
Crappy Baby & Food
Crappy Baby says he wants pancakes for breakfast.
(Right here would be the picture of me making pancakes had I bothered to draw it.)
I present him with the pancakes that he asked for:
He is really angry. And he has every right to be angry.
He asked for pancakes and someone made them for him. I’d be furious if that happened to me.
Crappy Boy & Food
Crappy Boy wants a snack. He asks me if we have certain foods.
He continues asking like this (strawberries, pretzels, eggs, etc) until we get to something that we don’t have.
The one thing we don’t have is what he wants.
Crappy Baby will eventually eat the pancakes once I go into the other room. And Crappy Boy will eventually accept the non-existence of celery and decide that one of the other foods we have is edible.
So they aren’t totally insane. Just half.