Every morning my youngest has an Eggo blueberry waffle. He has for months. He doesn't want deviation from that. Try to give him eggs, sausage, and toast? Tantrum until he gets a blueberry waffle. Cereal? Nope. Blueberry waffle or death.
We had dinner at about 1800.
He just threw a tantrum in the kitchen, we couldn't figure out why. Thirsty? Nope. Want some Goldfish crackers? Nope. Have some broccoli, champ? Nope. He kept pointing at the toaster. Mrs. Faceless gave him a blueberry waffle to see if that's what he wanted. It's nearly 2000. I'm about to slap a dress on this dude and call him Eleven. I catch him with a nose bleed and I'm taking him out before it's too late.
ETA: First time he's wanted a waffle in the evening. Hence the general surprise on our end. I know it won't be continuing, because that's for breakfast and I'm not about to help him form a bad habit.