This morning I gave Sam a bowl of dry cereal. The pieces of cereal are really big and difficult for him to manage with a spoon so he gets it without milk so he can use his hands. This morning he didn't want to use his hands he wanted to use a spoon, so I gave him one.
He was doing well, dropping pieces on the way to his mouth about half of the time but they were landing on the table or in his lap so he would just pick them up and eat them. He was about 2/3 of the way through his bowl when I walked out of the kitchen and about 30 seconds later I heard the sound of his bowl flipping over and his cereal falling to the floor; and then him bursting into tears.
I went in and asked him a bunch of silly questions to get him to stop crying (asking if something fell on his head, or if his little toe had an owie or if something licked his face). Once he stopped crying I asked him "why are you crying" and all he could muster before more tears came was "breakfast on flooooooor". He was so distraught. He only gets this particular cereal a few times a month so it was a big deal that he lost some of it on the floor.
I made sure he got more cereal and he was good to go; no more goofing around with a spoon though - he ate the rest with his fingers.
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