Contrary

There is no other word to describe Charlie this evening. After a rough night of sleep last night and not much of a nap at daycare today (both thanks to bad dreams and a cough) he was in quite a state by dinnertime tonight. Dinner itself was an ordeal:
CHARLIE: (picking at his spaghetti and meatballs) "Don't want this. Want sandwhich."
Then, two minutes after I place a turkey sandwhich in front of him and he has painstakingly picked it apart and eaten none of it: "Don't want this. Want chicken nuggets." Then, 30 seconds after I place chicken nuggets in front of him: "Don't want this. Want cookies."

Nice try.