Not So Bad

We took the boys to Chinese food last night. They were a little over-tired, and more than a little cranky. Both boys ordered an egg roll, and when they arrived, Quinn decided he didn't want his. He wanted "Chinese food" instead. Whatever. He then proceeds to whine and cry and tantrum. Rob thought that egg roll was looking mighty tasty, and figured that if Quinn didn't want it, no use letting it go to waste. More, louder whining and crying. Now Quinn wanted the egg roll, being that it was so in-demand and all. So Rob cut it in half, giving Quinn one side. Any parent of a preschooler knows how that is interpreted in a four-year old mind... now the egg roll was "broken". LOUDER crying and tantruming. "It's BROKEN! It's BROKEN!" Gnashing of teeth, rending of clothing, mourning beyond all reason. This went on for far too long, despite many threats of time-out in the van. We eventually ignored him an continued on with our not-so-peaceful meal. Not 3 minutes later, we see Quinn take a bite of his egg roll and say "WOW! It's not so bad when it's broken!" Ya' think???? He ate both halves of his, the rest of Colby's, and was asking for more when we left.