And then he threw his sandwich at me

We went to a water park with a friend yesterday, called a sprayground. It was a fabulous place to take kids- the watering area, a sandbox, playground equipment, swings and I brought sidewalk chalk. The kids had a great time but neither had any interest in getting wet. It was still quite a fun morning.

So, today I had lunch with my friend, Jen and her daughter. Hunter vehemently agreed he wanted a turkey sandwich. Upon sitting down with our sandwiches, he seemed to have forgotten his culinary choice. Instead, he wanted nothing to do with it. In fact, after being punished for throwing the first half of his sandwich in the floor, he threw the second half at me. It must be hysterical to be a bystander of toddlers. What's a mom to do? Sorry, no pictures of that one. What? Did you want to see me gritting my teeth, snarling?