Nature vs. Nurture

Karah stayed home sick today.

Had all three....all day...

Did my song and dance....

exhausted all possibilities to entertain them....

Movies.

Music.

Dancing.

Crafts.

Jumping on furniture.

Forting. (that's not a typo....though there WAS some of that....I DID mean building a fort.)

Getting fresh air before the rain came.

Chores.

More TV.

Books.

Naps....er, the get in bed part.....and the right back out part.

Webkinz online....my "casino" fix.

You name it, I tried it.

"Let's make a TREAT!", I said.

"Yes, YES!", Karah exclaimed.

"What should we make for our yummy treat?", I asked.

"Bacon!" Bradley shouted!

It has to be nature. It couldn't be nurture!

I have tried to suppress my obsession with good bacon.

I have tried to be the transitional character -

the one who won't pass on the clogged arteries to the next generation.

Bacon is a rarity anymore....and if it's in our house ....it ain't from a pig - just a turkey...

which defiles the word in itself...."turkey bacon".

It's almost sacrilegious to call it bacon.

Sweet, sweet bacon.

Though the real thing has rarely touched his lips - he yearns for it.

He beckons for it when I am offering up sweet indulgences.

Begging, ever begging.

I fear for him.

I know if I indulge him and grant his requests....

he will be on The Maury Povich Show

in an over-sized diaper before I know it.....

the audience ridiculing me - screaming to know

how I could give in to his demands.

The 2oo pound child who starts his day off with

2 pounds of bacon, a loaf of bread, and "yeggs".

I must refrain. School my senses. Reign in my own longings.

We must control this. We CAN'T afford to have Bradley be the little boy

on the playground who is sweating gravy. Dat aint Coo.

Apparently, we aren't the only ones fighting this genetic inner demon....

The heavens heard my desperation - and sent an angel (Katie)- bearing sugar cookies with peanut butter cups in the middle. No emergency trip to the butcher required. Yes, the butcher....best bacon in town......1/4 inch thick slabs of heaven........

Sorry, I have to end this. Now.