After his Easter Egg hunt he was allowed to choose one thing to eat straight away. He promptly selected the largest egg, sat in the middle of the kitchen floor and ate the whole thing top down without pause.
Later, when he was having a tantrum - can't remember what it was about, but it would have been something like having the wrong-coloured straw in his drink or having been given the Octonauts plate instead of the tractor one, that sort of thing - I made the mistake of saying, "I think chocolate makes you grumpy."
He stopped sobbing for a moment, looked me squarely in the eye and replied. "No, it doesn't. You make me grumpy." Which rather told me.
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