A post from The Daddy Man:
I was feeding Biscuit breakfast yesterday. I had given him his yogurt drink and had just sliced up a banana on a plate. He was eating the banana slices and bites of my Pop Tart, and everything was going fine.
Then he tried to pick up another banana slice, but this time, he squeezed the slice too hard, and it broke in half and fell onto his plate.
He melted down.
"My banana broken. Broken banana," Biscuit wailed. He was inconsolable.
Then he was done. He didn't want to eat anything else. Not one more bite.
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