I read somewhere that parents should avoid at all costs making food a battleground with their little ones. We want kids to have only positive associations with eating. Of course we do! So imagine my guilt as I sat next to Marshall in his time out chair while he screamed through a mouth full of cornbread, food still splattered on his face and hair and hands and clothes.

I ignored it as long as I could. I rationalized silently that he was just trying out new flavor combinations as he slammed handfuls of cheesy noodles into the puddle of bean soup on his tray. But when the food started hitting the floor, I was done. I gave the obligatory warning and on the next offense took the tray away. When he threw his spoon across the room, I instituted the big T.O.

I suppose it has to be something, right?