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I had a bit of a tummy ache this afternoon after our Mexican food lunch so I went to lay on the little cot we have in the back for the boys, as I laid there something caught my eye and has spawned this post. I noticed this morning that Casey J’s plate was exceptionally clean, he usually leaves behind some of the bread or something from his kolaches, this morning he left nothing. I thought it was odd but continued with my day. Then as I lay on the cot I see something on top of the TV, sort of looks like bread, sort of looks like an uneaten kolache. The following ensued:

“Casey J is that your breakfast on top of the TV?”
“Yeah, mom I was going to eat it later.”
“Ew gross, throw that thing in the trash can.”
“But mom I was saving…”
“Trash, now buddy.”
“Ok, mommy.”

And that really wasn’t all that gross, it’s been worse… Ah boys, it must be on the Y chromosome.

I had a bit of a tummy ache this afternoon after our Mexican food lunch so I went to lay on the little cot we have in the back for the boys, as I laid there something caught my eye and has spawned this post. I noticed this morning that Casey J’s plate was exceptionally clean, he usually leaves behind some of the bread or something from his kolaches, this morning he left nothing. I thought it was odd but continued with my day. Then as I lay on the cot I see something on top of the TV, sort of looks like bread, sort of looks like an uneaten kolache. The following ensued:

“Casey J is that your breakfast on top of the TV?”
“Yeah, mom I was going to eat it later.”
“Ew gross, throw that thing in the trash can.”
“But mom I was saving…”
“Trash, now buddy.”
“Ok, mommy.”

And that really wasn’t all that gross, it’s been worse… Ah boys, it must be on the Y chromosome.

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