He reluctantly trudged to his room.
He followed after him.
"But mom’s not home yet."
"You can still get ready for bed without her home."
He held out the rest to him. “Don’t want it.”
"I just throw it out," he took it, tossing it in the garbage, "Now it’s time for bed."
After a moment, he spat out what he’d chewed. “Yuck.”
He just narrowed his eyes as he chewed, still trying to pout.
He quirked a brow, crossing his arms.
He kept the pout firmly in place, even as he tried to take another bite of his sandwich.
"You can pout all you want. It won’t work."