Yesterday Littl'un asked for peanut butter on toast like his dad. "All my friends at school have it too" he declared, and I know that was true as his friend had it in her sandwiches when they had a picnic together. "He's 3 now," I thought, "what can possibly happen?". He had the teeniest bite, declared he didn't like it, and refused to eat any more. Two minutes later he was complaining about a sore throat, cried himself to sleep, then woke up looking like Quasimodo and did a fine impression of the exorcist with sick.
So he won't be having that any more!