Now I know I have touched on kid topics before, especially kids and their condiments. Well now-a-days my kids have

You learn quick what you can say and not say when you have a 6 and 2 year old running

Well, if you can find one, keep them locked up under the house somewhere. If we were paid a dollar

There is something about slipping hot sauce under my son’s ketchup that makes me laugh till milk comes out my

How quickly we forget what it was like to be sitting at a table staring at broccoli or brussels sprouts, crying and telling our parents that we didn’t want them, or that we did not like them. I remember doing that with my brussels sprouts till they were so cold that they made me gag, but I had to sit there till I ate them. Why? Because there were starving kids in Africa! I think I was only in the 6th grade when this happened to me, but it is burned into my memory like a cattle brand on the ass of some prime A beef!

Something I never thought of as a kid, is that, maybe I just didn’t like vegetables and was more of a meat eater. Or, maybe I am a carb kid like my oldest son. He takes after his mother with his overwhelming need to have pasta, noodles or toast. As where my youngest loves meat and vegetables, this is how I know he is not mine. But that is another blog on another site somewhere