Dinner tonight was pears & b-a-n-anas with flax seed meal. I only gave him fruit for dinner because I was pureeing pears and gave him a quick taste. And when he started screaming for more, I put him in his high chair and let him go to town.
He looks awful sweet until the jars empty....
He happily finished one jar, squealing and fake crying in between bites.
I couldn't shovel the stuff fast enough.
So I ran to the fridge and grabbed another tiny Tupperware of pears and bananas...
But didn't run fast enough.
And as clear as day he spoke! He was all, "That's IT? I wanted MORE Mama! MORE! RAWR!"
And smoke started coming out of his ears and a little puff of fire out of his mouth singed my nose hairs, and then I was all, "Hey! you quit it right now! Conrad's not the boss!
I'm the boss!" (But I so was NOT the boss.)
He promised to behave if i let him lick the jar.
It was a fair compromise.
He then had a celebratory day dream and let his double chin take a rest under his first chin.
It was epic.