Monday, October 21, 2013

Can you take the heat?

The other day the boys and I were challenging each other to eat pickled jalepeño slices.  Me?  No problema.  Big guy?  No problema.  Little guy?  Problema grande.

He took one slice on a fork, delicately put it on his tongue, slowly began chewing, swallowed it...and then the steam started coming out of his ears.  He turned a bit red.  He got up.  He drank water.  A lot of water. 

Me:  "You may want to get some milk, or maybe eat some tortilla chips, dude."

Little guy, upon looking in the fridge:  "I'm gonna eat some whip cream!"

Glug, glug, glug....

Little guy:  "I don't like jalepeños."

It's a funny thing.  When I was pregnant with my big guy, I could not get enough spicy foods.  And when he was little he'd eat salsa like it was chicken noodle soup.  Seriously.  By the bowl, people.  When I was pregnant with my little guy I could not tolerate spicy foods at all...which is so not me.  My little fetuses were serious dietary dictators who had already determined what they liked and didn't like.

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