Some Like It Hot...

There are certain aisles in Walmart that I always try to avoid, if possible. One is the crayon/art supply aisle. (Jackson has an abundance of these types of things but always feels he needs more.) Another is the seasonal aisle. (Two years old is way too young to be exposed to all the Halloween garbage and who wants to look at Christmas cards when it's 80 degrees in October?!) Another aisle that I always try to avoid (but always find myself stuck in) is the chip aisle. Ironically I can walk right past the candy shelves and Jackson doesn't make a peep (probably because he doesn't know what's in half of the packages) but as soon as I near the chips Jackson starts in with the chant. "Keesa! Keesa! Sasa!" ("Queso! Queso! Salsa!") He loves Tostitos chips with Queso dip (even the hot kind) or Salsa (mild kind) so I gave in and bought some last week. We enjoyed them with our lunch every day for almost a week. One day while we were eating at the island in the kitchen Jackson finished his sandwich faster than I'd anticipated and started asking for some chips and Queso. It was nap time and trying to appease Jonathan with a Mum Mum (rice cracker). I hurriedly started to fix Jackson some chips with a little Queso in the middle of each one. I noticed Jonathan had lost his Mum Mum on his tray and couldn't reach it. He started screaming for it so I rushed over, picked up the Mum Mum and stuck it back in his mouth. A few seconds later I realized there must have been a transfer of Queso taste somewhere along the way because Jonathan made a horrid face, started huff huff huffing, followed by screaming. After a bottle he was fine again, but I realized (for now anyway) I have one who likes it hot... and one who definitely does not!

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