The Worst Thing Ever

Oatmeal. Apparently.

Mama and Sam and I had a fight today. He has developed an unfortunate habit of asking for food - particularly food that has to be prepared in some way - and then not touching it. We've told him many a time that he just can't do that; today was the day we backed that up.

He asked for some instant oatmeal, so Julie gave him some. He balked. Completely. To make a long story short, it was two and a half hours of him asking for various foods and us saying no. He wailed, we yelled, he cried, we ignored him, Sam and went back and forth with "I want an apple." "Eat your oatmeal." "No!" "Then you can't have an apple." "...I want an apple." for a good ten minutes.

We made pancakes, and ate them in front of him, while he stared at the single last spoonful that we were asking him to eat.

I don't feel bad about that.

It may have been a texture thing, as when he finally ate it in little teeny bites, he seemed pretty happy with it. One thing is for sure; I'm not making him anymore oatmeal.