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A Tale of Two Meals

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of chicken nuggets, it was the age of homemade hash, it was the epoch of joy, it was the epoch of cruelty – in short, it was being four years old.

These two pictures were taken just over 24 hours apart. Observe the contentment and love emanating from this child in the first. It was so simply attained – all that was needed were chicken nuggets and a cup of Sprite.


But the second. Oh, the second. The despair, the disbelief, the horror when faced with potatoes and beef cooked on the stove at home.

It was all too much for this poor mother’s heart. We travelled straight to the King of Burgers and emptied our pockets in the quest for more nuggets.

Kidding. He had the hash for breakfast this morning.

It’s amazing to me that he still digs in his heels on this stuff. I’m just as stubborn as he is, and I’ve had a LOT more practice.

Poor, poor boy.

2 thoughts on “A Tale of Two Meals

  1. Received an email from Lucille Gasser’s IPhone today. Of course, spam, but it brought back fond memories of your Mom. I miss seeing her in church!

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