Lately Talmage almost always responds with "Chocolate," "Sauce," or "Brown sugar" when I ask him what he wants to eat. Sauce=dressing, ketchup, BBQ sauce, etc. and he likes to eat it plain. This morning he was throwing a fit because I wouldn't let him have brown sugar for breakfast (imagine that!) and he didn't want it mixed with his oatmeal. Before I took the video he asked if he could hold the container the brown sugar is in so he could eat straight out of it. Oh, the trauma that exists in our house over food! :) Enjoy!