Grant and I have interesting conversations early in the morning before school. We have almost two hours from the time everyone else heads out the door until his bus comes. We spend our mornings discussing such interesting things as his deep affection for Bella or why his science teacher is so mean.
We also eat breakfast together while watching the same Loony Tunes episode for what seems like the six hundredth time. The other day I was teasing him because he has eaten the same thing for breakfast for approximately the same six hundred days he has watched Loony Tunes...or so it seems.
He informed me that he likes eating the same thing over and over. (I believe him.) He also informed me that when he leaves for college he is only going to include four things in his diet.
In no particular order, those four items are...
Biscuits and chicken
According to Grant, the food pyramid should contain only highly processed, colored and preserved foods. Nothing natural. Nothing healthy. He often asks me why healthy foods have to taste so bad. Where have I gone wrong with this kid?!
He spends way too much time negotiating the evening's menu with me in hopes of replacing something repulsive like spaghetti or chicken alfredo with his beloved nuggets or lunchables.
You have to admire that kind of commitment to hating my cooking.
Oh. And I came home from Grace's bus stop Thursday morning to find Grant eating his standard chicken and biscuit sandwich while perched on top of my kitchen counter.
Because he saw a spider.
"But not just a spider, Mom. It was a HUGE SPIDER!!!"
I tried not to laugh at him. But I wasn't very successful. We spent the next thirty minutes searching the living room chair Grant hastily vacated when he spotted the offensive arachnid. No luck.
Grant's new favorite word?
Re - DICK - u - lous
Yeah. Go ahead and laugh.