Or maybe he was just throwing a tantrum because Jim had told him he couldn’t get down until he ate a bit of either banana or pineapple.
I was in the bathroom getting ready for church, and could hear the crying from the kitchen.
Jim came up to get in the shower, and I asked him how long he planned to stand his ground. “Until the last minute,” he answered. “Okay,” I replied, skeptical.
The crying was getting sporadic, so I went downstairs to investigate. I snapped this picture right before he curled up in the fetal position on the tray.
Needless to say….Seth won. It was just too pitiful a sight to bear. (And after he had diarrhea for the fourth time before noon, we figured he probably knew better than to eat anyways. Smart kid.)
I, for one, am glad to see November arrive. Diarrhea, head colds, H1N1 and all.