Only Alex would complain

So, I made waffles this morning (home made, not Eggo.  I know!  Can you believe I actually cook?) as I do virtually every morning because Alex is in an all-waffle all-the-time phase right now and if I can make something he'll actually EAT, I'll gladly serve him up waffles three times a day every day until I die.  Today, stupidly, I thought I'd try something sneaky and butter his waffles in an attempt to add some calories and dairy into his diet (he hasn't ingested so much as a drop of milk in over a month).  When I presented the warm syrupy golden waffles to him, lovingly cut up into bite sized pieces he flipped out.

"I don't want ice cream on my waffles!"
"There is no ice cream on your waffles baby."
"I DON'T WANT ICE CREAM ON MY WAFFLES!"
"Ok, calm down, where is this ice cream?"

He pointed to a little blob of Brummel & Brown spread (made with natural yogurt!) on the very edge of one of the pieces of waffle.

"Sweetie, that's butter, it's good!"
"I no like ice cream."
"Sweetie, it's butter"
"I no like butter on my waffles!"
"Ok, fine"

I took away the plate and scraped off the offending blob of unmelted butter and returned the plate to him, which he then devoured.  My son is the only child I know who would actually COMPLAIN about having ice cream on his waffles.  I mean, really, the NERVE of me to put something evil like ice cream (or butter) on his waffle.  It may as well have been arsenic as far as he was concerned.