Whodathunk it

So Jesse loves Chik Fil A, everything about them...and was really craving it tonight, so he got a Chicken Sandwich and some Chicken Nuggets, of course with the packs of hot Buffalo Sauce. Matthew is sitting in his car seat flipping out for the Hot Sauce he sees sitting in the middle of the console, mainly because it looks like yummy Orange deliciousness (it is, but he had to think it was something else like Ice Cream or something). After screaming for it for 5 minutes, my Ears were not able to take much more- so I finally (in what can only be described as a Mommy Dearest moment) grabbed the half full pack of Hot Sauce and screamed "Here, here...ya want it so bad- take it" (I know- looking back now- hand pounding Forehead moment....waiting on CPS to knock on my door at any moment). Of course he dips his little Tongue right into the packet, starts GRINNING like a little Mad Man and Giggling hysterically. We all looked at each other in a "this kid is nuts" way, but of course, he is ALL me after all (I drink Hot Sauce from the Bottle) so we shouldn't have been too surprised. Matthew went Ape Shit on this Hot Sauce, I mean, laughing, grinning, lapping it up like a Dog and begging for more. After he had some and we took it away from him (not my finest moment handing the packet over in the first place, but I digress) he started acting the same way Jake did when he was about Two years old and had Cotton Candy for the first time at the Fair. Matthew was ZINGING and bouncing in his seat, hooting and hollering and laughing like an Insane little Ozzy Osbourne. We were laughing so hard we had tears coming down our faces. It was like a "Hot Sauce" high instead of a Sugar High. In the end, it was funny as Hell, though probably not a good idea, but he seems no worse for the wear. The only problem now is he is trying to open the fridge and grab my Bottle of Hot Sauce off the shelf...and Mama don't share..... ;^D

Peace