Kids are Gross

For lunch today, Helen wanted peanut butter. No bread, no substrate of any kind, just peanut butter on a spoon. Since she rarely requests protein-rich food, I was happy to oblige.

I had also given her a handful of Cheetos because she had been saintly at the grocery store and one always rewards sainthood with Cheetos.

Apparently, to a three-year-old, Cheetos dipped in peanut butter are delicious.