Last night, Mary had to work late and we had to switch up child taxi duty. So after work I went for run and then went to pick Ian up from his after school program. I found Ian in rare form - crabby and demanding to be fed immediately. After some negotiation, we agreed to stop by the market and pick up a rotisserie chicken. I also told him that if things got critical and he fainted from hunger in aisle 2, we could split a Clif Bar or something.
This seemed to work until we got into the market. Then he started up again. So in a moment (of what I think was) brilliance, I set my phone to record video and told him to follow me around and make a movie.
It's kind of interesting to get a glimpse of how Ian looks at things. Note the abrupt change in direction after he computes what he had just seen on the rack. We never did have to get a Clif Bar.