Dinner with the Durfees

Tonight Chris coerced me to go out and get some food. We're at the point grocery-wise that unless we wanted pasta and sauce for the third time this week or breakfast for dinner (knowing full well that I'll be making pancakes in the morning), I either had to go to the grocery store or just grab some food from a fast food establishment. I opted for Chipotle and got burritos for both of us (steak and barbacoa, if you were curious) and a chicken quesadilla for C-man. (Side note: their kids meals are awesome - for around $3.50 he got a chicken and cheese quesadilla, sides of rice and beans, a small bag of tortilla chips, and organic chocolate milk!)

When we were sitting down to eat, Ian started acting up. Baby boy likes to eat. I've read that babies will stop eating when they're full, but somehow I doubt Ian would fit into that category. I grabbed him some teething biscuits and om nom nom, he went to town. (Kandice, you might not want to read this next part.) Kid was drooling frothy white biscuit all over the place, with this look of wild intensity. We were laughing about it and for whatever reason, Chris said, "That's what he'll look like when he's 7. Only he'll be eating squirrel." Yeah. Random, right? Except at this point, my weak constitution started making me feel sick. With every bite Ian took, I was imagining squirrel. And of course Chris was making comments about what part of the squirrel Ian was eating. Nasty.

Somewhere around this point I realized we had forgotten to say grace. That's actually pretty normal, unfortunately. I usually remember about halfway through the meal. So at that point, I said, "Cameron, would you like to pray?" And we all know what he said: "Shut your eyes!"

"Dear God, Thank you for rice. Thank you for rice. Thank you for rice. Amen!" (Any guesses on what the last thing was that he had looked at?)

Chris got up to get Ian some "real" food (baby oatmeal mixed with bananas), and I preceded to quietly mash up some of Cameron's black beans, sans skin, and feed it to Ian. He wasn't super thrilled, but I think that had more to do with the plastic fork I was using to feed him. The best part was when Chris sat down to feed Ian, and freaked out about the black goo coming out of Ian's mouth. Priceless.

Until he brought up the squirrel again.