Honor just spent 30 minutes crying because the banana that he had half eaten wasn’t big anymore. Two year olds can be so unreasonable. After that he decided that he wanted a “sammich” with “matos” and knowing that he wouldn’t eat the bread, I just gave him the meat. When he finally stopped crying long enough to taste his meat, he accidentally tore it. And that sent him into a new wave of hysterics.

It took me five minutes to convince him that having his meat in a nice little roll was cool. Then he discovered that it was really fun to unroll. Guess how many times I rolled up that piece of turkey?

Today is going to be a great day, I can feel it.