JP ShawCheese Pants
Hi! This is Jake.
Jake is my son.
He's 8, which means he's approaching manhood faster than a speeding bullet, thinks he knows everything, thinks everything is funny, and loves making me laugh. He's intelligent, handsome, and has truly the best sense of humor in any person I know.
"Mom, am I weird?"
"Yes."
"Mom!"
"Hey, you asked. Live, love it, own it." I always tell him, because embracing ones weirdness is truly the only way to be free.
Now Jake isn't what I would call normal. But then again neither am I. A mixed bag of nuts we are, Jake has always tried to surpass my weirdness with his own, and it's a sort of game we play.
One area Jake wins in is the eating of his food.
Most of us sit down to eat, enjoy a meal, and then we are done. Jake on the other hand, he enjoys his food in the most (UNIQUE) way imaginable. When he eats an O'Henry, he puts the peanuts against one cheek, separates and puts the caramel inside the other cheek, while savoring the chocolate as it melts inside his mouth. He eats a chicken burger bun first, then the lettuce and finally the chicken last.
So needless to say I wasn't surprised when the other night Jake came to me while we were eating pizza.
"Mom look what I made. Cheese pants!"
Ahhh creativity with food only a mother could love.
Jake is my son.
He's 8, which means he's approaching manhood faster than a speeding bullet, thinks he knows everything, thinks everything is funny, and loves making me laugh. He's intelligent, handsome, and has truly the best sense of humor in any person I know.
"Mom, am I weird?"
"Yes."
"Mom!"
"Hey, you asked. Live, love it, own it." I always tell him, because embracing ones weirdness is truly the only way to be free.
Now Jake isn't what I would call normal. But then again neither am I. A mixed bag of nuts we are, Jake has always tried to surpass my weirdness with his own, and it's a sort of game we play.
One area Jake wins in is the eating of his food.
Most of us sit down to eat, enjoy a meal, and then we are done. Jake on the other hand, he enjoys his food in the most (UNIQUE) way imaginable. When he eats an O'Henry, he puts the peanuts against one cheek, separates and puts the caramel inside the other cheek, while savoring the chocolate as it melts inside his mouth. He eats a chicken burger bun first, then the lettuce and finally the chicken last.
So needless to say I wasn't surprised when the other night Jake came to me while we were eating pizza.
"Mom look what I made. Cheese pants!"
What did I tell you?
Ahhh creativity with food only a mother could love.
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I'll have to show my 11 year old daughter, whose really big on the cakes and sweets cooking ... in fact she has spontaneously gone off to make pancakes for lunch... as I
speaktype.She'll love it. SHe wants to own a sweets cafe when she grows up, in between acting gigs.. and yesterday we were talking about her needing to have at least one savoury thing for those not into sweets... I do believe Jake has found our answer and solved the dilema.
Thanks.
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Like mother, like son... he is hilarious!
Jo