I was just pulling out of driveway (a severe angle up to the road), and I burned the clutch a bit to keep from stalling out in reverse. Balthazar says, “Daddy, I smell chicken nuggets.”
So a burning clutch smells like a chicken nugget, or perhaps it’s more apt to say that chicken nuggets smell like a burning clutch. *Mental Note; remove fast food chicken nuggets from the boy’s diet.
In my quest to find healthy foods that B will eat, I happened on a review of a totally vegetarian hot dog that was touted to be indistinguishable from the real thing and very good for you. Perfect, I thought, and bought it. B and I had it on Sunday. Obviously, the person writing the review has never had a real hot dog. If you people would just quit with all the fast food–all of it for a year or two, he would eat normal things that are cooked in Bibba’s kitchen. And I’m not referring to either eggplant or zucchini.
Ewwwwww. Yeah, take the mcnuggets out of the mix and substitute with mass amounts of greenies- pronto!
Give the boy some goat curry. Kids love kid.