Elijahism

A couple of weeks ago Elijah decided he wanted to have two cold pop tarts for dinner.  Of course, being the good mother that I am, I told him no.  He continued to argue and refused all suggestions for dinner.  After hearing enough, I sternly told him that he was not getting pop tarts for dinner, period.  He proceeded to burst out crying and went to his room.   About five minutes later, I went into his room to check on him.  He was in his bed under the covers, crying.  I sat down on the edge of the bed.  He threw his hands in the air and said, "After all the fun we have had in this family!  What did I do to deserve this?!"

Hilarious.