"No again!" Rich replied. "I need to make food for Mommy!"
"What?" I asked.
"Well yeah. I ate all the tacos for breakfast and lunch. I'm a beefy guy, I need beef. So, to make it up to you, I'll make dinner. Only, I need you to tell me what he eats." He looked down bashfully. "He's eaten almost only bread today, and I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do."
I laughed, cackled at his misery really. I had been through the trial and error wringer with that little boy. "Peanut butter. Add peanut butter and a little honey and he's happy as can be. He also eats rice, there's some basmati in the cabinet, I can walk you through how to make it. Add some beans and you're good. He's a simple lil dude." I smiled fondly at my son and picked him up when he ran over to me, giving him little chomps o
