Reasons my son is crying

I wouldn't let him drink bath water.

He is out of pretzel sticks.

Mummy isn's here when he woke up. This is the 80th consecutive Tuesday morning she hasn't been here when he woke up. (Also, the milk is in the wrong cup.)

I played the wrong Jungle Book clip on YouTube.

I asked him to thank his brother for sharing Buzz Light Year.

He asked me to put butter on his rice. I put butter on his rice.

He is in a giraffe costume.

He dumped a full cup of water on his own face.

He is bad at eating yoghurt.

I broke this cheese in half.

The milk was in the wrong cup.

I wouldn't let him eat Buzz Light Year's head.

We suggested that he plays with a train.

He threw his dinner plate on the ground. He now wants to eat dinner.

We asked him to stop hitting his brother with a plastic wand.

His brother pretended to sing for one second.

I didn't show him pictures on my phone quickly enough - and yes, they were pictures of him crying.

The slide is not slippery enough.

It took me longer than 0 seconds to take his shirt off.

I turned the volume of The Hokey Pokey down... from "ear-splittingly loud" to only "mind-numbingly loud".

I gave him a cup of water.

I have no idea why my son is crying.

I told him that forcefully cramming his toys into his brother's face is not the same as "Sharing."

Grandma wouldn't let him spill his ice water all over her and the table.

I wouldn't let him eat the candy he found on the diner floor.

The milk isn't juice.

I asked that he doesn't wipe his muddy shoes off on my car seats. 

I closed the refrigerator door.

The car seat. Always the car seat.

We helped him put on the boots he loves to wear.

I wouldn't let him drown in the pond.

His brother's boots don't fit.