Another morning, another fight with Jesse about breakfast. Except this morning I chose to walk away from him and carry on with my morning routine instead of running down the list of choices over and over again: biscuit with honey/malt-o meal/cereal with milk/cereal without milk/toast with butter/nutri-grain bar. That's a lot of choices. You'd think something would appeal to him. You'd think wrong, and every single morning we have some variation of the same confrontation. I really hate yelling so early in the morning.
So this morning, I told him I wasn't doing this little dance. Bicuits and malt-o meal were no longer feasible options because they wouldn't get done in time. He'd have to go with dry cereal, and he could get it himself.
So, he pretty much cried the rest of the morning, transforming into a total little drama queen by choosing not to eat anything.
Case in point: "Jesse, go brush your teeth." "What's the point? I haven't even eaten."
When I finished drying my hair, I found him happily munching on cereal from a ziploc bag. So my cooler-headed SkooterPie must have intervened at some point, and I was happy with not knowing the details of how he got the kid fed.