Fast Food Junkie

Dear Gavin,

I love you today because you proved you are your daddy's son! Now don't get me wrong, there's never been a question about this...although you have my dashing looks (Casper-like skin and untamable frizzy curls), you did get your daddy's blood type...okay, so you're my twin, but you do toot and laugh and that's all your daddy!

Well tonight there was proof in the pudding. During dinner - vegetarian spaghetti with delicious veggies and spinach noodles - you were...how do I sum it up?...less than interested. Sure, you slurped up a few noodles and took bites that were fed to you, but you weren't terribly excited.

JUST THEN, your aunt Beta started to unwrap her hamburger from What-a-Burger. You caught a whiff of that wonderful aroma and dashed into the kitchen, followed her into the living room, and sat down in your chair like a good boy (which, let's face it, seldom happens right now). You were the model of perfection - sitting down, waiting for each gracious bite, and grinning from ear-to-ear as goodness filled your belly. I bet you'll sleep well tonight.

Just like your daddy! Junk food = delicious...what's a mommy to do??

I love you and your daddy does too!!

xoxo,
Mommy