Lately, I’ve been watching Alex eat with something akin to awe. Now, it’s no secret that we play with our food. And that I have rather odd eating habits. But Alex is doing things that make me scratch my head and cringe.
For instance, I recently watched him eat a hamburger. He carefully peeled pieces of the bun off and dipped them in ketchup. When he’d eaten the entire bun, he pried apart his doublestack and scraped the cheese off the hamburger patties. Then, he ate all his grapes. When he was finished with the grapes, he nonchalantly picked up the bowl I’d placed the grapes in and drank the water.
Hmmm, that last part doesn’t make sense, eh? You know, you wash the grapes, you put them in a bowl, the water drips to the bottom of the bowl? Yes, Alex drank that as part of his meal. Then he ate the three M&Ms he’d won while potty training that day and considered himself done.
I was shocked.
In somewhat related news, my shock at his eating habits has me wondering: at what point do I stop blogging the hilarious stuff he does? At some point, he’s gonna want some privacy right?
Maybe I’ll stop right after he’s done potty training. Because that hell is all mine and it’s hilarious.
Or you know, I could never stop and just save up for therapy instead. I’m sure his future spouse would appreciate the heads up on a lot of things.
Do you know when I should stop telling funny stories about Alex? If so, like Taming Insanity on Facebook and give me a piece of your mind. (This is supposed to be hilarious. I don’t actually want a piece of your mind. Although I’m sure it would be delicious.)