Big boys...

Five minutes ago the vein on the right hand side of his neck was pulsating, big fat tears were rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor and he was screaming at the top of his voice that 'big boys don't eat rice or carrots!'

Then he wolfed down the lot and told me his food was yummy and started dancing around.

I will never understand (or try to understand) three year olds. Especially mine.