Check yo'self before you wreck yo'self isn't that what Cube said?

“Here’s your breakfast,” I say to Jory as he walks into the kitchen.

“Can I put some butter in it?” he asks me as he looks at his oatmeal.

I am not Oma, we do not put butter in oatmeal when mommy makes it. A little bit of sugar, yes, but not butter. “No.”

“Please.”

“No. Jory, you know Mommy does not put butter in oatmeal.”

He frowns and sort of pouts. “I want Honeybuches of Oats. I don’t want oatmeal for breakfast.”

Excuse me. Wait, I cook you breakfast and because it’s not fixed how you want it, you’re not going to eat it? “You don’t have to eat breakfast at all. You can eat at lunch. You’ll be fine.”

He could see I was not joking. “No, Mommy, I want it.”

So we then proceeded to have a conversation about being grateful for what we get, even when it’s not exactly how we want it. How God wants us to be thankful.
After some tears, Jory apologizes and eats his oatmeal.

I suggest that we not have to have this conversation again. What is wrong with him? I get up and make you breakfast and then you’re going to get up and complain? Are you kidding me?! And why after all this time is he shocked that I would give him oatmeal without butter in it? I’ve never made him oatmeal with butter, so why does he think all of a sudden I would. Maybe he’s hoping, praying for the day, when I make oatmeal the way his Oma does. In the meantime, he better check himself.