Early last night, just before dinnertime, I was surprised by loud wailing from inside the schoolhouse. It was Alphonse and he was crying his heart out. Alarmed, I made discreet inquiries from his nannies before rushing to his aid. Turns out that “our baby simply hated his din-din.” *shakes head*
Apparently, as soon as he saw his dinner of breaded porkchops, steamed rice, and stir-fried vegetables last night, he went into a howling fit. He shook his head repeatedly and made several attempts to make wall art out of his dinner. The nannies took away his food and we all decided to let him calm down before re-offering it again. Unfortunately, nothing could make him eat his porkchops without incurring what we now call The Wrath of the Titan (shouting, stomping, howling, and all kinds of sound effects- thank God only that!).
It was A♥ to the rescue!. His dad took him out for a drive as soon as he was calm enough. And, as usual, Papa had to be the favorite parent by bringing Alphonse to a McDonald’s Drive-Thru for fried chicken. As soon as Alphonse saw the golden arches, he started purring with delight. He smiled throughout the drive home and skipped happily to have his dinner.
Now we have food issues!
My boy, the drama king.