Nathan totally loves spicy foods.
It all started a few weeks ago when we bought some Lay’s Sweet Southern Heat Barbecue potato chips. Now, I’m not getting paid to do a review, nor have I been asked to. But I just have to say those are the Best Chips Ever. Not only because they are delicious, but check out the ingredients. You can pronounce them all. That means the chips are all natural and don’t have any of those chemicals you find in processed foods. And they are so incredibly GOOD. As in I find myself completely pigging out on them from time to time.
So anyway, I was eating some of those chips one day when Nathan ran up, snatched a chip off my plate, and before I could stop him, he shoved it into his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he said after the initial bite. After a few seconds of chewing, his smug smile morphed into a painful grimace. “HOT!” he exclaimed.
“It’s ok,” I said. “Just drink some milk and that will help.” I handed him his milk and he guzzled it down. Then he looked at me, looked at his milk, then back at his chips. And he grabbed some more, shoved them into his mouth, and repeated the process of telling me they were hot and then drinking his milk.
I haven’t been able to stop him since then. He loves them. And whenever he eats them, he makes sure his milk is nearby. Once he ate some while his milk was sitting in the refrigerator and let me tell you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him run so fast to get it. He didn’t run… HE GALLOPED. Once he made it to the fridge amid mutterings of how hot the chips were, he chugged his milk and ran back to the living room for some.
Paul and I both love spicy foods. Looks like our son is no different.