I made scrambled eggs and blueberry muffins for dinner tonight. (Why yes, I am the best mother alive, thanks for noticing.) Adam hates eggs. Hates 'em. Always has. I went through all my bag of tricks tonight, begging, pleading, etc. and I decided to put ketchup on them to see if that would entice him to eat them. I recently discovered that he loves ketchup. The conversation proceeded as follows:
Noel: What are you doing?
Me: Putting ketchup on Adam's eggs.
Me: Because maybe he'll eat them if they have ketchup on them.
Mike: Why doesn't he like eggs?
Me: Beats me.
Noel: Maybe it's because he's a veterinarian.
Mike: He was in the war?
Random factoid of the day:
If your toddler shoves a raisin up his nose at 9:00 pm, when you take it out at 1:00 pm the next day it will no longer be a raisin but a slightly shriveled grape.
Also, The nostrils of toddlers can stretch to accommodate a host of items. If I ever get into drug smuggling I know where I'm hiding the merchandise.