I have always been glad that I have married a man that is not a picky eater. In fact, he is happy if I even cook! Apparently Nathaniel has inherited that trait...or perhaps he is even easier to please. Our conversation today went as follows:
Mom: What do you want for dinner tonight? Spaghetti?
Nate: Uh...no.
Mom: Hamburgers?
Nate: No.
Mom: Tacos?
Nate: No!
Mom: Well, what do you want then?
Nate: KETCHUP (said with great enthusiasm)!
Yes, future wife, you are welcome. Apparently I have set the bar very low!
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