Saturday, August 29, 2009

Cheesey pants

or would that be cheesy pants? How does one spell "cheesy" anyway?

My dear and delightful son adores cheese. He demands it in most every form...string cheese, cheese slices, shredded cheese by the handfuls, melted cheese in quesadillas, etc. It's one of the few foods he will ask for by name. (The other food he routinely asks for by name is Eggs.)

For dinner the other night, after refusing several other dinner options, I gave in to his demands for cheese. I pulled out the giant, Sam's Club, bag of shredded cheese and scattered a handful onto his highchair tray. I then resumed whatever kitchen drudgery I had been working on while Grant relished his cheese.

I swear I only turned my back for a few minutes, when suddenly I noticed how quiet Grant had gotten. I peeked over at him only to discover that all the cheese I had given him was gone. Upon closer inspection I found he had crammed most of it in his diaper.

Saving it for later perhaps?

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