Seriously guys. Today, I just have a chip on my shoulder. Some days are like that.
Maybe I should eat more carefully.
Has this ever happened to you?
I can’t remember why Brandt was mad, but here’s the conversation:
Brandt: I’m mad at you mom!
Me: It’s dinner time. Come eat.
Brandt: I’m NOT eating!
Me: Fine. Come watch the rest of us eat, because it’s dinnertime and you will sit with us.
Brandt: [arms crossed, sending daggers my way, stomps to the table] I’m NOT . . .
Then he saw what was on his plate. He threw me a furious look and tried again.
Brandt: I’m ONLY eating my fish, and my broccoli, and drinking my drink. That’s ALL I’m eating!
Me: Okay, Brandt. You win. You just eat that.