I’ve already talked about how sick CootieBoy is. His fever spiked at 103.8 last night (and was probably higher but that’s what the underarm thermometer said). Denis said that during the afternoon he had no appetite and wasn’t eating anything that Denis offered. After I got home, Denis began prepping our dinner – big salads. As part of Denis’ salad, he cooked up some bacon to sprinkle over the top.
When Denis took the bacon out of the microwave, the smell of it filled the house. Within seconds CootieBoy jumped off the sofa. “Daddy made bacon!” he cried in excitement, coming into the kitchen to get some. After partaking of a few morsels, I expected him to grow big forearms like Popeye and begin bouncing around the room – that’s how much he wanted that bacon. Alas, once his bacon craving was satisfied he went back to his listless sad self on the sofa.
The boy LOVES bacon.
“The boy LOVES bacon.”
Food of the Gods! When I was a Vegetarian 8 yrs back, I refused to give up Bacon. Of course I didn’t eat it at every meal and it was only a treat every so often (maybe once a month) but there is something to be said about Fried Pork Goodness.