Team Mitchell & Crew

"You can't eat just cheerios," I said, as he stuffed the 15th handful into his mouth.

"Says who?" he grunted. Sounded more like a deep throated RAAAA.

Points, grunts, points, whines a long ooooooo, teeth barred while looking like he is either going to smile or scream, maybe even both.

"Try a banana." Head turns, teeth show. Fists slam.

Drops cheerio handful, dog runs over. Success for Brewtus.

Points,grunts, points.

Hands are empty of cheerios. Cry like movement with no sound and heaven knows, no tears.

"Yogurt?"

Nope. Push, turn, wriggle.

Oooooooooo - grunt - point.

16th handful - armed and ready.

Arms flail. Giggles as cheerios fly across kitchen. Brewtus scampers, beams and twitches in one fast movement. Boy screeches happy screetches.

"Eat something else, please."

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...................

Yes this too will pass. He'll eat something else someday and then 15 years from now, he'll eat me out house and home. This is just kinda funny right now.