There is not enough chocolate pudding in the world to make up for my son's breath. And the training toothpaste for toddlers is just about worthless. When you've eaten a shrimp and chorizo burrito and dug raw purple onions out of your mom's salad that is dressed with Garlic Expressions vinaigrette, you need more than cocoa and baking soda to get out the stink. Having no fresh mint in the house for the boy to chew on, the pickle went to bed with breath that resembled hot garbage.
And yes, I DO think Henry has unusual tastes for a 2 yr old. He loves chorizo. Loves raw onion. Loves salmon, mahi mahi, and crab. Loves steak. Drinks the Ginger Dressing from Kabuto straight out of the bowl, the giant spoon taking far too long. But do not fear, he also has never met a hot dog he didn't devour. At the mere mention of a chicken nugget, he clucks like a chicken. And this morning, at breakfast, when faced with a bowl of cheerios, he looked at the bowl, then at me, then back at the bowl. He pushed it away, saying, "No cheer-o. Co puff."
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