In retrospect, I would have done things differently. I would not have given the Boy Terror a tuna sandwich. I would have left off the pickles, skipped the black olives.
I most certainly would have never insisted he finish his supper, yes every bite.
Had I known that 4 hours later I would be scraping vomit off of him, his jammies, the sheets, the pillow, the comforter, Puppy, and "Baby", I would have simply skipped supper. Completely.