A Boy After My Own Heart

Yesterday evening Nelson took the kids and me to one of his biggest client's place of work. They were revealing their newest item and having a big party. The kids thought they were in heaven when they entered the building and found it full of balloons. They went from table to table pulling on them and having a grand time.

Things got even better when they discovered the food tables. They all put some little ham sandwiches and fruit on their plates, headed for a table and gobbled it all down. Our original plan was to take them to dinner after the party, but they were eating so well and it was all free that we opted to let them go for round two.

The second time around they discovered the sweets table which, by some small grace of God, they missed the first time. After some more ham sandwiches they plopped some cookies, cake and fruit on their plates.

Mackenzie and Aiden were eating things in the right order and both polished off plenty of "healthy" food before diving into dessert. Dawson, however was a different story.

"Dawson," I begged him, "please eat a little more ham. Don't you want to eat the ham? Look. HAM...YUM!"

"Um..." Dawson started, assessing the plate of food, "no. No ham," he said showing great resolve. He then stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth and spurted, "Cake! Yum!" He followed that with a swallow and a bite of cookie. "Cookie," he started with a big grin and a mouth covered in crumbs. "YUM!"