The monster at the end of this post

What did that say? In the title, what did that say? Did it say that there was a monster at the end of this post??? It did? Oh, I am so scared of monsters!!!

On several occasions I’ve noted how my son is a fussy eater. We have our good days and our bad ones. Yesterday was firmly in the bad category.

No matter what I offered to him, even if he specifically requested it, it went uneaten. This went on from breakfast, which until recently had been his best meal, through to his mid day snack.

So, when he started running around the house asking for a burger and fries around dinner time we ran with it. We headed out for our favorite little burger place where little man can ordinarily eat his body weight in fries.

Even as we were opening the door to walk in he was practically chanting ‘meat!’, ‘fries!’. And just as quickly as we ordered him a little burger and some fries he promptly went on to eat absolutely nothing.

In a desperate attempt to salvage this meal we began offering him just the cheese from the burger that, thankfully, he readily consumed. Taking advantage of the situation I approach the guy at the counter and asked him if I could buy a few slices of cheese off of him because that is all my kid was eating.

Generously, he tossed me a few slices free of charge and I returned to the table in hopes that the moment hadn’t passed. At first little man was resistant to the cheese slices until he started sticking his straw in them and making tiny little circles of cheese.

Since it is overwhelmingly obvious that stacks of cheese circles are much more fun to eat than boring old slices, I did what any dad in my situation would do. Forty five minutes and two straws later little man ate a whopping slice and a half of cheese that I cut into tiny circles.

Why are you still reading? You see if you keep reading it will bring you to the end of this post, and there is a monster at the end of this post

A few days ago I got the cover of a cooking magazine emailed to me by a good friend of mine. Now, magazines in general are excellent at stating the obvious, however, he was a touch incredulous by one of the revelations it boldly proclaimed. I’ve taken the liberty of blowing it up for you for your amazement:

Seriously? Bacon isn’t just for breakfast anymore? Well that is surely a relief! In my house household bacon is a vegetable and, sometimes, it is even dessert. Even my picky son will eat it whenever it is offered to him.

You kept reading! Seriously, I don’t think you understood me, there is a monster at the end of this post.

Have you seen this? Allegedly some school allowed a re-enactment of Scarface for the school play. I’m the furthest from being a moral compass, but this seems a bit wrong. All I can say is “What the fudge?”

The next part is the end of this post, and there is a monster at the end of this post. Oh, I am so scared!

And you were so scared! See, I told you there was nothing to be afraid of.