I made up a roll and (vegan) cheese for Roman today. We were in somewhat of a rush and so I moved his high chair into the hall so I could supervise him in my rush to get ready and get out the door. I caught glimpses of him pulling off the cheese and eating it, rather than tucking into the roll itself. When he'd successfully ate all the cheese there were tears and this heart broken face, with a plea for more cheese. "There's no more cheese," I gently informed him and that tipped the upset into a rage. "CHEEEEESEEEEEEEEEEE! WANT CHEEEEEEEEEEEESEE!"
