Back Off...Those Fries Are Mine!

Late last Friday afternoon, after finishing playing at the park, the boys and I drove into Dublin to meet Papa Bear for dinner. We picked up P.B. and then drove around for a while looking for somewhere to eat...as usual it was very well organized. P.B. suggested Popeye's Chicken to which I adamantly refused on the fact that it looks just as gross as KFC. So, as the boys started whining and all of our tempers began to fray, P.B. made the decision that we should all go to Burger King. I know, just as awful as Popeye's.

P.B. took M to the front of the restaurant to order and I took B with me to find a table. The boys were very excited; M because he knows what fast food is and B because everything is exciting to a 16 month old. Anyway, P.B. ordered chicken nuggets and french fries for the boys. I know what you're thinking...a very healthy meal:)

To my knowledge, B has never had fries before, but M has and they are definitely a favorite of his. P.B. poured the cup of fries out onto the paper-covered tray and allowed the boys to grab freely from them. It was like B had found Nirvana. I have never seen a person, or anything else for that matter, eat so voraciously. He stuffed those taters into his mouth like he hadn't eaten in weeks, but I can tell you that he had just consumed a full snack about two hours earlier. The boys dipped those fries into ketchup and ranch dressing (my fault for opening the dressing) and made an absolute mess of themselves.

The fun really started when the supply of fries began to dwindle. The boys were seated on opposite sides of the table with the tray in between them. B started to pull the tray towards himself and away from M. M was not going to stand for this and began pulling the tray towards himself. Fearing that the remaining fries would end up on the ground, I put a portion on a napkin in front of each boy. Apparently B thought that this was not enough and started to deposit the remaining fries from the tray onto his napkin. M started complaining loudly about this injustice and tried to grab some of the fries back from B. I was now scared that there would be a fry revolt, so I divvied up all of the remaining fries to each boy and hoped this would end the problem. Instead, both boys crammed the fries into their mouths and started complaining/crying/begging for more.

P.B. ended up buying more french fries and I am left wondering what the heck is in those things that makes two toddlers act like lions in the wild fighting over their kill.