Fixing Lunch

I am writing this months later, so I can't remember the details. I took a picture of it, so I know that I wanted to remember it.  In short, Dylan didn't like what I fixed him for lunch and got rather sassy about it, so I told him that I wasn't going to feed him and if he wanted to eat, he'd have to fix it himself.  

Looks pretty well balanced right?

of course, I did not let him eat this. thankfully Daddy came home in time to rescue him from a sugary lunch or a no lunch at all situation.