Jacob is unpredictable on some many levels. Even food, but typically he loves, LOVES, cheese toast. Occasionally, he will want to wait and eat it later but that is pretty rare.
Or eat part and then save a little for a snack:
I always make six pieces. Yes. Six. As long as I can remember, he folds the piece in half and takes a bite out of the middle first. Does that to all six pieces and then starts on the rest.
One morning a couple of weeks ago, I made cheese toast on homemade sourdough bread and set the, now cool, pan on the counter. Went to his room and told him breakfast was ready. He hopped up and followed me into the kitchen.
He reached for a piece and started on it before I could even get a plate. No problem, who needs a plate? We’ve gotten to where, the pan is his plate when it comes to toast!
I opened the refrigerator to get juice and turned and saw this:
I could read his mind: ‘Excuse me, mam,’ ‘I didn’t order this.’
“But, it’s a favorite. You always like cheese toast.”
‘I took a bite, and it just isn’t what I’m hungry for.
“But sir, I made that for you and you like it any time of day. Morning, noon, or night.”
‘Not today. I don’t want it.’
“Okay, so what would you like for breakfast?”
‘What I really want is Chicken in a Biskit crackers.’
“And, that is what you can have sweet buddy!”
Some days, you just want to switch things up a bit. He was happy and so was I.