Sometimes, I truly wonder if The Dictator is genetically mine.
Can't tell what he's eating? Here's a bigger picture for you:
DO YOU SEE THOSE? Those horrid, green, foul-smelling farm belongings on my coffee table? Those are snap peas.
And my offspring is eating them. Not sweetened, not cooked, not rolled in powdered sugar and deep fried...raw. He's eating them raw.
Obviously, there was a mix-up in the uterus.