Lunchtime today featured a meltdown of epic proportions. While Clare sat contentedly in her highchair, a bite of fresh peach in each hand while making the sign for "more," Joshua was going nuts. It was to be expected, I suppose, since he had a rotten nap yesterday and got in bed a little later than usual last night.
He had requested a turkey sandwich for lunch and, as usual, had eaten the bread and left the turkey on his plate. He's typically compliant with my request to finish his turkey sans bread, but today he would hear none of it. Tears streaming down his face, he couldn't seem to stop himself from repeating, "I don't want to eat the turkey! I don't want to eat the turkey!" He did, however, want "banana with the peels," but didn't want to accept the fact that he couldn't have the banana until he ate the turkey.
So there he sat, refusing to get down from the chair, refusing to remain at the table, refusing to eat the turkey, refusing any kind of friendly words from either Jay or myself, and refusing to be amused by Clare who continued to sign "more" while holding food in each hand.
"I don't want to eat the turkey. I don't want to eat the turkey."
Finally, I said, "Great, then Clare can have your turkey!"
"I want to eat the turkey!!!"
I exploded in laughter before I could turn away and Jay nearly blew roast beef all over the kitchen. Needless to say, he still didn't eat the turkey and needed some time on the front porch with Vati before he finally got it back together, but there was much tension released and Joshua was once again saved from being thrown in the backyard with the chickens.