Sam still goes to bed really early, around 6:30 or so, and he is STARVING immediatly upon arriving home, so he eats at least an hour or two before the rest of us. It's fine and all, but I would prefer to only have to make dinner once a night. On the bright side, his dinners are usually a bit less prep-intensive. I.e., last night he had a slice of roast beef, a couple pieces of string cheese, and mini bell peppers.
He has been loving bell peppers lately, especially when his Auntie Kim pan roasted them for him. I didn't feel like firing up the frying pan, so I just gave them to him raw. I started cutting up some veggies for our meal of tacos set to occur later, all the while talking to him so he wasn't just planted at the kitchen table eating alone. After slicing some olives, I turned around to make sure all of his "talking" didn't mean he was feeding everything to the dog. That's when I saw this:
Please note the floor beneath his chair. That little shit was gnawing on the peppers until they were a mild pulp, and then spitting them out. So he was basically chewing them up to get the juice, and then unceremoniously relieving his mouth of its contents.
And if that wasn't irritating enough, he screamed, "MORE! MORE! MOOOORRRE!" as soon as he was finished with the portion on his plate. And like a dummy, I gave him more. And in turn, I had a bigger pile of masitcated pepper pieces to sweep up.
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