You Must Be Lion to Me

I took little T.Puzzle to Applebee’s after his physical. He had to be checked over by the pediatrician for his upcoming eye exam under anesthesia. He got the all clear.

I listed his choices for him for lunch: hot dog, grilled cheese, chicken tenders, mac ‘n’ cheese, and a cheeseburger. He stated his choice clearly and made his mind up quickly, “Mac ‘n’ cheese,” he said.

Great.

When the mac ‘n’ cheese arrived he took one look at it and said, “I not eat it. I not like mac ‘n’ cheese.” He then proceeded to climb around the booth and table as if it were a jungle gym and repeatedly roared at me like an angry lion.

Really? Well guess what? I not like the mercurial tastes of a three year old.

All I could do was box up his lunch even though I would have preferred to put him in the box instead.