Saturday, January 2, 2010

All. Nothing.

These are the only two options acceptable to little B, these days. Anything in between results in tears, a crumpled face, and maybe some angry fist pounding. For example, a whole piece of toast is okay. A kid-size strip of toast cut from a whole piece of toast is not okay. I found out that I somehow ruin the toast eating experience for Boden by cutting it into the appropriate size for him, thereby resulting in aforementioned fist-pounding unhappiness. This guy's hard to please.

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