Meantime, We're Calling The Baby "Prader-Willi Wonka"

we've been over it a few times here at the Metz, so i'm not going to waste my typing muscles getting into too much detail.

suffice to say...

the boys have a very narrow menu from which they draw their meal choices.

ab is partial to chicken nuggets. jb leans on the good old american tube steak. throw in a few random things like grilled cheese, bagels, strawberries, french fries and grapes and you've pretty much summed up the complete diet of my oldest sons. getting them to try new foods - including things other children would lie and cheat to sample - is a struggle.

tonight, i tried a new tact.

first, i grilled up some asparagus.

then i explained to them exactly what eating asparagus does to the urinary tract.

then mrs b hit 'em with the story about the time her old man ate asparagus for the first time, peed, smelled the resultant product and nearly drove himself to the e.r., scared for his life.

then i offered up a 5 dollar bounty to any child who could produce a toilet full of asparagus scented urine.

jackpot.


tomorrow, i will claim that eating a turkey sandwich makes your poop bright blue.


desperate times call for disgusting, desperate measures.