Terrible Twos?

A couple of weeks ago, I started putting my foot down about dinner. The little guy has to at least try what we are eating-- no more goldfish for dinner unless I cook something really outlandish. The little booger wanted cereal for dinner tonight. I said no because we were having couscous and kebabs (both of which he has totally eaten before). He threw a fit, but when he stopped crying, he said "I've stopped crying! I finished crying! I cried all I wanted to and now I play baseball."

After baseball, he sat down and ate three servings of couscous. Stinker.