Noah claimed that he couldn't walk because of weakness caused by hunger, hence the crawling. And he desperately needed Doritos Taco Chips to survive.
When I told him that he'd have to make do with an apple, Noah and his Angry Bird crawled a few more inches and collapsed, all in very dramatic fashion, of course. By the way, and I know it's hard to spot on my wild rug, but the green octopus thing is a smelly dog toy. Having my nose 1 inch away from that would revive me right away, but I guess Noah's situation really was dire.
No, Noah, it is NOT considered child abuse to give you an apple rather than Taco chips. Yes, I realize I will not win Mommy of the Year. I'll live. And so will you. *rolls eyes*
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