I decided on ice cream for an afternoon snack. Hey! It's hot outside and I'm pregnant. At least it has dairy in it.
Joseph had just finished a bowl of strawberries (see? I'm not that bad a mom) so I thought I'd scoop some ice cream into his now empty strawberry bowl.
"Noooooooooo!"
"What?? I thought you wanted ice cream!"
"That's the strawberry bowl not the ice cream bowl."
"It'll be fine."
"No. It's wet. I need a new bowl."
If the food-can't-touch thing didn't prove it, this surely would. He is so my son.
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