Not a Good Day To Be a Cheerio

We're going through a picky stage around here. Maybe it's just that Mason's realizing that HE gets to decide what he does and doesn't want. He does feel like throwing things off the balcony. He doesn't feel like napping. He wants to play with his ride-on dump truck, but don't even think about getting him to touch the school bus he loved three days ago. He hates ravioli. He loves baked beans. He loves ravioli. He hates toast with peanut butter. Just don't try to remember any of that, because it'll all change tomorrow.

In any case, while I was getting his breakfast ready the other morning I put some blueberries and some Cheerios on the coffee table for him to snack on. In the five minutes it took for me to cut up an avocado and put some bread in the toaster, the following ensued:





Winner: blueberries.