OM NOM NOM NOM!!!

TREATS!!!  Any kid giggles and shakes with glee at the sound of the word.  They're tasty, they're unhealthy, they are just downright AWESOME!  Who can so "no" to a good treat?  Ask anyone, they have a favorite snack or candy, or little unhealthy indulgence that they just can't get enough of.  For some it's candy, others it's something salty, like popcorn, for others, ice cream.  I will be one to admit that I fall under every one of these categories :)  There are just times, no matter how healthy you are trying to eat, where you just have to have that junk food that is the only scratch for that certain itch.  For our son, Jack, this is that treat that just drives him wild:

WHAT THE FIRE TRUCK BATMAN?!  That's right. Those are pickles.  Genuine, deli-style, kosher dill pickles.  Brittany and I took my mom and sister out to dinner a while ago and went to a fantastic sub place called Firehouse Subs. With every sandwich there comes a pickle like the ones pictured above.  Jack is now in a stage where any food is food he wants and he's mobile enough to get it if it is within his reach.  We decided to let him munch on a pickle seeing he was being a little terror and shouting at us every second because we were eating food and he wanted some.  Well it took him all about ten seconds to tear into that thing with his one little tooth to where he had stripped the skin of all the "pickle meat" and he was covered in pickle juice and seeds.  Well, tonight Britt and I went there again and let him chew on a pickle, which we actually had to take away when he started to choke and let three marble-sized pieces of pickle fall out of his mouth. (Yeah, we still don't know how he fit that much in his little mouth).  Well, with how tired he was, we got away with it for a little while before he started to put up a fuss. We decided to give him our other pickle, as long as we monitored his pickle intake.  Well, Brittany held the pickle out in front of him, which elicited his usual excited hyperventilation.  Much to our little boy's dismay, the pickle slipped out of his mommy's hand and hit the floor.  Had we spanked him and taken away his birthday, no one would have known the difference with the pandemonium that followed.  It was so bad that we actually had to get up an ask for another pickle.  The day was saved and another tragedy averted.  Our Jack Jack made it home happy and covered in pickle juice, and anyone who know me would know that there weren't as many kisses from daddy this evening for our little boy. (Pickles, Yuk)  Honestly though, what little kid's treat of choice is a pickle?!