I came around the corner to find William gleefully adding cereal to a cup of orange juice. As soon as he saw me, he loudly and repeatedly demanded I “Go away!” I apparently discovered my son’s secret juice shame?
“William, eggs don’t understand whining.”
William got very defensive about his french fries, clutching his bowl and repeatedly saying “No!” whenever anyone approached him, clearly thinking his fries were in jeopardy. Then he shared them with the dog.
William really likes food from pouches. We’re one step away from the plot of Wall-E.
William has begun to explore various kinds of cheese.
It’s surprisingly hard to find a 32oz container of non-greek yogurt that doesn’t have a bunch of sugar in it. William just gets some yummy vanilla yogurt for a while, I guess.
Our most recent challenge comes from trying to guess what William will eat one day to the next. So far, eggs seem the most consistent (and fairly healthy) option.
My guess at William’s internal dialogue this morning: “This chicken’s too hot!” “This chicken’s too cold!” “I want your chicken, not this chicken!”