Crazy isn't even half of it! Tonight it was just the boys because Mommy had to go to work at the Hospital, and the dinner menu for us Ben was the same it's been for the past three weeks. Pasta! Daddy comes home from work, starts cooking, boils pasta while cooking the onions, green pepper, and mushrooms with the hamburger meat. Today was no different, instead you were sleeping when Daddy came home so it saved a lot of time cooking. Then I woke you up and you were fine. You ran straight into the kitchen, you were fine. You put up a fuss when Daddy was cooling off your food so you wouldn't burn your mouth and even then you were fine. When it was finally time to eat that's when the crazy came out. You started crying so bad your nose was running and you were trying to catch your breath. Daddy had no idea what was going on because the food wasn't hot and you had eaten it two weeks in a row prior... for a second maybe Daddy thought you were just sick of the food, but then you eat the same thing almost every other day so that couldn't be it. While this was happening Jonathan was in the living room being entertained by Chuggington. That's a letter for another day.
Once you came to your senses and calmed down Daddy tried to give you the pasta once more and you started right back up again. Pushing yourself high in the chair trying to escape. As my frustration began to grow Daddy figured he'd try to give you something else, because you had to eat dinner! So Daddy pulled out the meals you have and asked you to pick which one you wanted... you picked vegetables with mac and cheese.... pasta with cheese! After warming it up in the microwave you started to eat it just fine, no tears, no runny nose, no trying to escape from the chair, just eating it like you should have been eating the pasta, but as Daddy watched you lift some food up with your spoon by the time the spoon made it to your mouth the food had fallen off, and once again the crazy came out of you. This was why you freaked out in the first place. You dropped some pasta and you were upset about it.
The second we came to this discovery you wanted the pasta again, but as long as Daddy fed it to you. So, just like old times Daddy fed you the pasta. You have not been feeling well these last couple of days so we're going to say the reason you gave up trying to feed yourself is due to this and not because you realized feeding yourself isn't all it's cracked up to be when you have someone by your side who will just feed you when you're ready for it. 
Oh, and while we were going through our emotions in the kitchen Jonathan crawled straight to us to see what he was missing out on. He crawled right over to the high chair and tried to scale up it to get your food. He is a little bully brother after all. Which leads Daddy to his next thought....Jonathan should be eating big boy food in a matter of months and then Thursday Dinner Night will be getting that much more exciting. Pray for us all.
Wishing He Had Three Hands,
Dad
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