The Fit-Thrower

Jill had lady's Bible study Tuesday night, so I had the boy all to myself.  Jill knew she was going to do this, so to make my evening a little more exciting she did not put Cannon down for a nap.  At one point he decided he needed something.  He wasn't sure what it was, but he wasn't going to stop fit-throwing until he got it. After ransacking the cabinets, he settled on peanut butter.  Our conversation went as follows:

Aaron:  You want peanut butter?

Cannon: Yessh

A:  Are you sure this is what you want.  (I hand him the jar to look at.)

C:  (Takes the jar, sits down, and attempts to unscrew the lid.) Yessh

A:Okay let me get a spoon. (Opens the drawer to get a spoon and takes the jar from Cannon.)

C: Noooo!(Tears immediately form as he stands up and reaches for the jar.)

A: Cannon, I am just getting you a spoonful of peanut butter.  Do you want peanut butter?

C: Yessh (Wipes tear from his eye with the back of his hand.)

A: (Spoons some PB out and attempts to hand spoon to Cannon.)  Here you go.

C:  Noooo! (Throws himself to the floor.  Puts his face down on the floor between his legs, and cries loudly.)

A:  Cannon what do you want?

C:  (Looks up at his father with tears in his eyes.  Puts his hand in an imaginary jar, and then into his mouth.)

A:  Cannon, I am not letting you put your fingers in this jar of peanut butter.  Do you want this?  (Shows Cannon the spoonful of peanut butter.)

C:  Noooo! (Cannon gets up crying, walks away from his dad and starts going through the house looking for someone else.)

Next time you talk to Jill, ask her where Cannon learned to eat peanut butter from a jar with his fingers.