Mommy told me that you didn’t think much of the PB&J that she made for you this afternoon. The way she tells the story you sat in your chair shaking your head (and upper torso) violently as she put the peanut butter on one half and the jelly on the other half, put the two halves together and placed the sandwich on your tray. Next, you proceeded to pick the sandwich up and throw, not gently drop, but throw it on the floor. Mommy left you to your own devices but finally decided to get you out of your chair.
Once out of your chair you picked up the sandwich and brought it to Mommy who was sitting on the couch. She held onto it for a minute while you’re perplexed little face did some internal calculating, and realized it was in the wrong place. You then took the sandwich from Mommy and walked over to the trash can and dunked it like you were MJ and the sandwich was a basketball. And that was the end of the PB&J for you!