I've decided that kids - in general - are strange.
One of my therapy kids (age 3) spent, literally, 5 minutes methodically putting jelly on his biscuit. It was this huge long process that took up the majority of his breakfast time.
He then set the biscuit aside, ate all of his sausage, all of his pears, drank all of his milk and then picked up his perfectly jellied biscuit and threw it in the trash.
For some reason, it tickled me silly. I sat there for a full minute laughing until tears ran down my face and a stitch formed in my side.