Bastian threw this humongous tantrum about what to eat for lunch. He wanted to eat ketchup and mustard for lunch, so I tried to recommend some other things that might go with condiments, like french fries and chick-patties. He would have none of it. I was trying to make myself some food at the time, so eventually I just ignored his incessant screaming and started chopping up some various stuff for him. Just as he began to accept this, he got pissed that I tried to put all of it on one plate. Thus three separate plates came out. Plus a dish of a dab of ketchup and mustard, which he licked. All of this was after a morning full of tantrums. The first of the day was about spoons. Fun stuff.
I don't know how I'll ever survive all of the third year.