Sometimes a certain event will drive home to me that the Jr. VP is my boy. One such event occurred last night: Kjel.org was eating tasty cross-cut Korean style ribs, made in the manner of the Chief Educator. Jr. would not eat pieces of meat that I or the CFO cut for him. He instead insisted on picking up the bones and gnawing it off on his own. Where possibly might he ever have seen someone do that before? I have no idea. Could be genetic I guess.
Lately ribs might have surpassed pizza as the lad’s favorite food. When you ask him what he wants for dinner now he often answers “Bones!”. This means any sort pork or beef ribs, prepared any style. I think this shift can be partly explained by Stinkboy’s belief that he is sometimes a puppy. In the same way that some dogs think they are people the Jr. VP thinks he is a canine and should therefore, as cartoons have taught him, subsist on bones. If he wants to try it I’m willing to let him; he can eat fruit and vegetables at “school.”
