Proof that N is truly my boy (not that I need any)

Every night as part of N's bedtime routine we snuggle up and I have to guess based on him giving me hints, as to what happened at school that day.

Yesterday one of his stories covered off other kid's lunch choices.

N was particularly grossed by one classmate's constant eating of those little canned weiners. Apparently N's classmate eats them all the time.

If this wasn't bad enough, he tends to wave them around on his fork while talking and drops them all over the place. And yup, he picks them up and eats them.

I have a huge dislike of canned weiners. Especially after seeing (at lunch one day with friends from work at McDs.) a women eating them cold out of the can. Yuck!