One mustn't try to feed the diva. The diva must feed himself. With fork. With spoon. And with the food in a bowl on the tray TYVM. One mustn't ever say no to the diva lest he hurl himself dramatically onto the ground, roll around kicking his feet and whining. One must let the diva think he's helping to buckle his carseat and his highchair lest the aforementioned tantrum occur.
Anyone want him til he's 5? He's cute & snuggly when he's not being a pita, I promise.
Re: My son, the diva.
Now, now...he is not a diva. He is just independent. Mine has been that way since she was about 9 months old. I like to remind myself that it will serve her well in the future. Otherwise I would lose it.
I will swap you for a 3.5 yr old that tells me that I 'hurt his feelings" and "make him sad"!
all over freaking cookies.