He's willful, independent, fierce. He pitches a fit if he doesn't get what he wants, when he wants it. He screeches and flops on the ground like a rag doll. He won't eat. I can count, in bites, what he's eaten in the last twenty-four hours: three bites of yogurt, one bite of turkey, two bites of cornbread, one grape, one bite of apple and one of applesauce, two bites of peaches. He can't tell us what is wrong. We can't always understand the grunts, screeches, and pointing. Is he sick or just cranky? Do you think he's tired? Is it his teeth or his tummy? What should we do???
I'm thankful, but not for this.