He wanted a popsicle before dinner, I said he could have one after dinner. Tears ensued. I served him some pasta with spaghetti sauce, grilled cheese, and some baby cubed carrots. He at the grilled cheese and wouldn't try anything else.
He asked for his popsicle. I said he had to try one cubed carrot. One piece is the size of my nail. He put it in his mouth, I said swallow it. He spit it out and said I want a popsicle. I told him no because he didn't eat his carrot. He started to cry. (I am cruel but it was so dramatic I kind of laughed) but then he kept crying and was drooling profusely and said his tongue hurt. I had to try a carrot myself to see if there were razor blades or something in them that caused his tongue to hurt. That was how dramatic he was. I really thought something was wrong. He said kiss it - through his tears and red face. I did. I didn't offer a popsicle. But I gave him a spoonful of frozen yogurt. He took it. I went into the kitchen and he called to me. Mom- I need more ice cream because it makes it feel better. I told him - no. And I took him up to bed. I can't believe he had all that drama in hopes to get a popsicle. He even drooled like it was life threatening.
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