pig out

We are "phase" eaters in our house. As in we latch on to one food for long periods of time before tiring of it and moving on.

For example, the hubs eats a bowl of raisin bran crunch every weekday morning for breakfast. Every weekday morning. I, on the other hand, eat a Luna bar every weekday morning. I have expanded my palate to include varieties other than Peanut Butter Cookie {delish}, but I do not stray from my routine.

It should not then surprise us that Reese is much the same. {Does anyone need to be reminded of his love for mandarin oranges?}

Tonight, my Martha-self cooked breakfast for dinner. Eggs, biscuits with honey butter, and bacon. Bacon is not one of my favorite things. I like it okay. The smell really makes me feel sick.

My lukewarm feeling towards bacon is in direct opposition to my long haired sibling. He considers this form of pig a separate food group all together. Whole meals to him are made of bacon. Six, eight, twelve pieces-- no joke. We kid he could be the skinniest person ever to die from high cholesterol.

After dinner tonight I am convinced we have another baconator on our hands.

This is the porkster. He shunned every other food on his place BUT the bacon. I tried explaining that I didn't feel bacon would sustain him til morning, but he didn't heed my advice. In fact, he took to destroying the remaining food on his plate. This led to quite the smack down from his father. Hence the unhappy expression. {Sorry about the picture quality-- it's from my camera.}

I found the whole situation very comical. It probably won't be so comical at two in the morning when Reese wakes up starving. But for now, I'm laughing.