ABC... Pork?

I'm in somewhat of a rut.

Writing the "A Divided Spirit" series, I've found, is proving to be quite the trying experience. And puts me in a mood.

Not a foul one... thank God... but definitely downcast.

I noticed it when I realized I hadn't been writing as much, not crackin' up like a hyena like I usually do - just dying to share a story with you.

But today... I caught the hyena peeking in from around the corner... :)

The boys and I were having dinner (Pork Adobo) and I reminded Daredevil that he needed to finish his food if he wanted one of Dad's chocolate cupcakes for dessert.

He starts to lose it.

"But Moooom! It's disgusting! It's disgusting - I don't like it!"

"Well - that's a very NOT nice thing to say..."

"But it is! I ate the other pieces of meat, and they were fine. But this one, this one is slimy, and-"

*squints eyes*

Realizing what it was, I asked, "Oh. It's a fatty piece of meat?"

Einstein, a growing 14 year old, leans over and offers, "I can finish it for you. I don't mind."

I don't think he realizes what he's about to do, but before I could stop him - he'd popped that last piece of fatty meat into his mouth with a smile.

"Uh, Einstein? "I started. "If Daredevil said it was slimy, then that means it was previously..."

"In. His. Mouth."

That's when a whole herd of cackles erupted at the table. Einstein included.