Braden made his own dinner last night. He got out his special blue cereal bowl that has a straw attached to it, filled it with Cheetos and goldfish, mixed the two together, and then insisted that I pour milk in the bowl.
"Braden that is gonna be disgusting," I said.
Braden, whining, replied, "Nooooo it's not. I looooove it. I reeaaally reeaaally want it."
So I decided it wasn't worth the argument and poured milk into his bowl. He very carefully carried the bowl to the table, eyeing it the entire time to be sure he didn't spill any of his precious mixture. He climbed up into a chair, dipped his spoon into the bowl and....
...didn't like it one bit! Surprise!
I think he'll let me fix his dinner from now on...or at least listen to my advice.
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