After saying the blessing, Devin looked at his sandwich pieces. He took a lick and put it back on his plate. I kept encouraging him to eat. He instead played with it. He pulled it apart. And eventually he threw each piece on the ground.
Devin is really good about keeping food on his plate. Sometimes food ends up on the ground but it is on accident. "Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh." No uh-oh was said the sandwich fell downward. It was more like he was proud of himself.
As soon as I let him out of the booster seat, he immediately wanted his broom and dustpan. He quickly placed a piece of the PB&J on the dustpan and immediately told me "gar-bge." What? He is supposed to eat the sandwich--not throw it away. But he walked straight to the garbage can and put the sandwich where it belonged. He repeatedly told me "gar-bge" the whole time.
Peanut butter and jelly = American kid staple? Ha! Not my kid! The only thing a PB&J is good for is a trip to the garbage can.