The kids seemed still very hungry after their fruit box in the car. However, we did not have any left-overs in the refrigerator. So when we arrived home, I cut out a plate of roasted meat for them, together with crackers and milk. I, myself, rushed in the kitchen to fix dinner. The next time I stepped in to check on them, here're what I saw:
My dear soon-to-be 2-yr-old son, dipped each piece of meat in his milk and then dumped it on the stool beside him. My always-too-mature-to-be-true good girl Yaya, giggled all the way while her bro was doing that.
Do you think 1 minute of yelling is bad under these circumstances?

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