Addendum to previous post

Day 5 - I walk into the kitchen as Quinn is pulling all the condiments from the fridge looking at each one and muttering, 'no chocolate, no chocolate, no chocolate. I want chocolate milk!' Thank goodness there was no chocolate! I wish I could type the way he looked at each item- the ketchup, the mustard, the salad dressing, then set it down feeling totally rejected, and the pure frustration in his voice when he didn't find what he was looking for.