I got home yesterday to a little boy in a great mood. Always the right way to start the evening. He went downstairs and played with me for a while before letting me vacuum almost the entire house.
Then we had absolutely no objections to our dinner, which comprised hot dogs, baked beans, applesauce, and carrots. He ate his whole dinner in about 15 minutes, and then we danced and wrestled and played with his Cars toys for almost a full hour, rocked out to Journey, and had no problems getting to bath and bed.
Who is this child? All praise routine and TV-detox!