A temper fit of historical proportions!

I have no idea who or what Ty was channeling last night, but he was a little demon last night. Holy S*&T! Dinner set him off, since he seems to be morally opposed to eating anything for dinner other than bean and cheese burritos. I love a good burrito, but damn, child, branch out. I had made a pork roast for dinner, and it smelled GOOD! Apparently, he did not agree because he acted like I had presented him with a plate of fried elephant poo. Since I rarely fry or feed my children the poo of any species, I think his reaction was a bit dramatic. I think I repeated the word EAT (imagine this in a drill sergeant voice) about 50 billion times, give or take a billion, to no avail. Unless, of course, you count a whine as a response. I don’t. Finally, after 45 minutes of fighting, I took the child and his plate and escorted him to a new eating place where he could not be distracted by siblings or the TV. He flat out refused to take a single bite. So I finally stabbed a forkful and fed it to him. He sat there with it on his tongue with his mouth hanging open, acting like I was trying to kill him. I tried to get him to chew and swallow and he was crying so hard and having such a fit that I ended up with most of it on my face when he coughed. Lovely. This continued tow or three times more, much to my complete joy. Finally I gave up and he ended up in bed, 2 hours early. An hour later, he sheepishly came out,… hungry. Of course, he wanted a burrito, so he go chicken nuggets.

The carrying on that that child did amazed me. I had no idea he was capable of it,… and I wish I was still ignorant of it! :(