
Last night, I offered this delicious treat for his night time snack... angel food cake topped with fresh strawberries and canned whipped cream. I gave him the opportunity to taste the angel food cake first... "tastes like a donut, doesn't it?"... he agreed, but wasn't at all impressed.
Here is the thing with Ian... if it takes him any effort to eat (i.e. with a utensil), he will tell me that he doesn't like it. "I only wanted strawberries... not all of this. I would like a piece of cheese instead." Well, not tonight little buddy. "Eat it. And, if you are done, it is bedtime."
I went outside to sit on the deck with Matt for a few minutes, and by the time I went back in, the plate was practically licked clean. But I can almost guarantee that he will never touch a scrumptous piece of angel food cake again. Whipped cream, I cannot guarantee.
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