You've all seen competitive eating on ESPN (of all places). That's what breakfast looks like around here. Grady attacks a banana like Kobayashi attacks hot dogs, except he doesn't dunk them in water first. He just applies constant pressure to the end of the banana while he unhinges his jaw and stuffs it in his mouth. I'm pretty sure he doesn't chew it at all and I usually expect his poop to contain whole, undigested bananas. Regina and I have taken to breaking them in half, just to give him a little breather between bites. I've really, really wanted to see just how many he'll eat, but, you know, parental responsibilities and all that.
|Chillin' with my Great-Godfather|
Fuzzy kittens, banana eating contests, and Solid Gold mornings aren't a bad way to start each day. I modify it a little to suit me. I'm content with a cup of coffee, a kiss from my wife, and hugs from my kids. But if anyone's up for a bacon-eating contest, it's on.