Everything started off fine... smiling for the camera and ready for a granola bar, one of his favorite treats.
After finding out it was a different granola bar than what he is used to he drops to his knees, no, to his stomach in gut-wrenching grief and sorrow.
He looks up at me and pleads, surely it's a joke-granola bar and the one he desires is hidden behind my back. Right?! Right, Mom?!
The depression sinks in, alas, it's not a trick, Mom's not joking. Trying to contemplate his next move. Where do toddlers go from here?! How do we move on?
It really hits home, it's really happening, it's not just a bad dream and he gets all emotional about it.
I remember the pediatrician giving me advice for tantrums and he told me to just ignore him and go to the next room, or to tape him to show him later how silly he looks. I can't wait for Taylor to look back on these and see how granola bars put him in therapy.