Guilt Trip

I WILL NOT EAT MY CHILD'S FOOD EVER AGAIN.
I WILL NOT EAT MY CHILD'S FOOD EVER AGAIN.
I WILL NOT EAT MY CHILD'S FOOD EVER AGAIN.
I WILL NOT EAT MY CHILD'S FOOD EVER AGAIN.
I WILL NOT EAT MY CHILD'S FOOD EVER AGAIN.

A few nights ago, Turner went with Mark to McDonald's. Even though he already ate his supper, he came home with a happy meal. He nibbled on some fries then did not eat anything else. No surprise. He repeatedly said he was done and didn't want anymore. So, I ate the rest of his fries and Mark ate his chicken nuggets. When Turner changed his mind and decided to eat more, he said, "Hey! Where'd my food go?" I felt so bad, I told him it was all gone because we thought he didn't want anymore. He started whining and said we threw his food away and he wanted his "prin pries and chin nuggets." Mark and I both felt about 2 inches tall. Scooby Snacks and apple sauce helped ease his pain a little, but nothing could take mine away.