double fisting it

This little man has a mind of his own and is quite a determined little soul. At lunch the other day, Kate chose chocolate milk, James chose root beer, and I chose chocolate milk for Robert. After sitting down and looking around at the options, Robert got down from the table, walked to the store counter, helped himself to the root beer bottle that was on display within his reach, and returned to the table. I went and switched the display bottle for the real thing and Robert had root beer and chocolate milk for lunch. He didn't eat a single bite of the macaroni and cheese that sat in front of him the entire meal. Whatever, Little Dude.