He wanted an apple.
At first I said no apple because he was still eating all his first course. He cried.
Then I gave in and got him an apple. It was the wrong apple. He cried.
I swapped it for the other apple he could see. No crying, phew, thought I had cracked it.
He bit into the apple and it must have hurt because, you guessed it, he cried.
I offered to cut it up for him to make it easier to eat, he said 'okkkkaaaaaaaaay', no crying, hurrah!
I cut his apple up. I swear he almost flooded the kitchen with his tears as he tried to put it back together again
This was last week, and he was very tired, and teething, and had a cold, and he's two... but even so, it was a LONG day