"I'm not touching that!" screamed Kellen when I handed him his plate.
He treated waffle #2 as if it was radioactive.
"Get out of here!" he cried, as he flipped the waffle off his plate with his fork.
Cortlen didn't mind the taste of toxic chemicals and reached across the table. He ate the discarded breakfast item in three quick bites.
"You ate the second waffle!" wailed Kellen. "Now I have to have the last one!"
The realization that he was the Old Maid hit the little guy hard.
***Anyone obsessed with being first in line at your house?