Today at lunch Sam said this:
“Well, I love trying new things!”
He then ate half a quesadilla, even though he did not particularly like it. IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Grace is still being a pain, but sliiiiiightly less of a pain? Maybe? Could be wishful thinking or resignedness.
I’ve added a second snack to our day. Four meals meant SO MUCH WHINING. Five seems more manageable.