Last night Mozart had a snack. Raisins. His favorite. We put it in a snack cup with a top that discourages his snack from jumping out onto the floor.
Meanwhile we were making dinner and a pie. Finishing his snack, he brings his cup into the kitchen, presents it, and says, "Big kids. Cup." We took the cup, explaining that he could have a big kids cup for his next snack - tomorrow. This was very upsetting. He continued to repeat, ad nauseum, that he wanted a big kids cup. Sometimes this demand was punctuated with a, "Now!" And all the while he was pointing up towards the counter where we had put his decidedly un-big-kids-cup.
Finally, just when we were deciding that we needed to consult with the daycare about what he could mean, I cracked the code. Also up on the counter, where his snack cup sat, was the mixing bowl with the pie mixture. This is the bowl that I usually make BISCUITS in! Aha!
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