Not my boy....

Well, Rylan must not be my child. I just caught him in the fridge trying to open the produce drawer. The drawer is broken and hard to open. I asked him what he was trying to get and he pointed to the bag of baby carrots! He already had some for lunch, but he decided he was hungry and that was what he was craving. I smiled and helped him get the bag out of the fridge and he carried it over to the table with a huge smile and just asked for some more "parrot sauce". (aka "carrot sauce" or ranch dressing). If only I had started craving "parrots" and "parrot sauce" years ago instead of the sweets....... :)