Ivan *really* wanted to open the cheesestick wrapper himself. I helped a bit too much. He can’t actually open them solo so prefers a grown-up start the opening and then he’ll rip the package the rest of the way. I left the wrapper on but it was too open for his taste. So, he took the cheesestick out, threw it on the floor, and stomped on it. When he then asked for another cheesestick and I refused, the temper tantrum grew. Here he is showing me through tears that his cheesestick has shoe marks on it and he needs another. He did not get one.

In a happier moment, here’s Ivan holding magnets and asking, “Do I look like Ironman?”