Bennett woke up from nap today royally pissed.
Pissed at me, at his snack, and at the world in general. He was SO disgusted by the peanut butter toast he had asked me to make, that he defiantly trundled his little butt over to the freezer and started digging around for something new.
After vetoing his choices of frozen shrimp and a bag of peas, I decided not to chase him when he snatched the box of frozen waffles and ran.
In my perpetual pursuit of Parent Of The Year (POTY), I also didn't intercede when he triumphantly dug a frozen waffle out of the box and took a huge bite out of it.
With my superior intellect and years of experience, I was fully confident that there was no way in hell he would eat a frozen frozen waffle.
I was wrong.
In fact, were it not his occasional shiver, I might have even forgotten that the waffle was still frozen solid.
Not only did he eat the whole thing, but he did so with a triumphantly disdainful scowl on his face the entire time.
Consider me officially schooled. Nothing trumps a toddler's determination, especially when they are doing something misguided which you *might* disapprove of.
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