Mexican Delight Tonight

We had yummy Mexican themed dinner tonight. I made BBQ Chicken Quesidillas, Southwest rice from Birds Eye, and Creamy Four Cheese rice from Rice A Roni (not really Mexican but I just love the taste). It was D-licious! Dylan isn't really a picky eater. It's just that his eating habits change with the wind. One day he loves mashed potatoes, the next day he wants nothing to do with them. So when he ate one of the quesidillas, I was elated when he asked for another one, more rice and more corn.

Well, his brilliant father, my genius husband who loves hot sauce on everything, thought it would be a great idea to let Dylan try some on his dilla that was spiced up. I asked him not to. I told him not to. I warned him not to. Does he listen? Of course not. Dylan takes one bite. Nothing happens at first, but then he starts screwing his face up and whining. Smart move dad. After he drinks some juice, do you think we could get him anywhere near a dilla again? Heck no! D wanted nothing to do with them, no matter how much we encouraged, bribed, and begged. Dylan was done.

I was so mad at him! He kept looking at me from the corner of his eye trying to see how I was reacting. I didn't even want to talk to him any more, much less pretend that I cared how his day went (I asked anyway). He tried to argue that this being Dylan who knows if he really wanted more or if he was done for the night. I said he probably wanted more since he took a bite out of that one. Bart wants to win the argument only to make himself feel better for tricking D in to eating hot sauce.

All I can do is shake my head in wonderment and ask, "What were you thinking?"