Something Else

The ordeal goes something like this. "Mommy, can I have something to eat?" asks Benjamin. "Sure, hon. How about some yogurt?"
"I want something else." I offer peanut butter on a spoon, a banana, a cheese stick. Each time he responds, "No, something else." My son knows he wants something, and he knows that whatever is offered is not it, but he can't say what that something is.
The only thing he seems to know about what he so adamantly wants is that it is something else.
Sometimes I find myself in a similar state of unwillingness to be appeased, or satisfied with whatever is available. "Something else," I decree. If it's insufferable in a still-cute three year old, it is even more so in a grown woman.