Getting More Like Your Parents Every Day

I wrote a rant once. I know I did. I remember it fondly. It was about Mexican pizza. Or more to the point, it was about how to eat a Mexican pizza. I ranted about how when I was introduced to Mexican pizzas, it was by Couch, whom eats them without a utensil. I went on to talk about how I didn’t realize that other people ate them with sporks until several months later. However, after conforming to using a spork for awhile I decided to be a nonconformist and just use my hands. They taste much better that way. I spent a large chunk of today looking for this rant. I think the cyber gods have eaten it though. The closest I could come was a reply from Couch but it did not have the original message included. His reply was dated in August of 2002. That was pre-Trinity and pre-Rants from the Alright Guys. Oh well.

I was reminded of this rant today simply because today was Jadyn’s first time eating a Mexican pizza. He and I have had a food ordering issue at Taco Bell for a few months now. He can eat like 10 of those cheese roll-ups or 5 soft tacos (minus the lettuce please). I, however, do not like ordering that much crap. Especially when said child is never in line with me but sitting out of sight at a booth in case, Heaven forbid, someone comes in and takes every seat in the place. So, today I made him order “grown up” food. We discussed various things and he finally settled on trying a Mexican pizza. When I handed it to him, first he was upset because it was a hard shell…”can you order them with a soft shell?” (Don’t know, never tried…probably not). Then he started scraping the tomatoes off. Good thing Couch wasn’t with us after listening to him rant and rave for the last two months over nothing having tomatoes on it. I finally convinced him only to scrape off the pinkish ones since the red one were part of the pizza sauce. Then I went to unwrap his spork for him when I noticed that he was already picking the thing up with his hands. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it? This is a child who can’t stand to get his hands dirty. I did have to break it in half for him so he could handle it better, and he did eat parts of it with his spork, but for the most part, he ate it in such a way that would have made Couch proud.