There was a time when I thought I would never, EVER feed Edwin anything that I didn't make myself. I'd be reading Super Baby Food, stirring wheat germ into his plain organic yogurt and getting all twitchy worrying about when he became a toddler and people might offer him american cheese, french fries, and store-bought cookies (incidentally, three of my favorite foods). No, I vowed, my precious prince will eat nothing but homemade organic crap that I make myself like a sucker.
Then I woke up and realized that he's already eating all that crap at daycare and can maybe eat frozen pancakes instead of homemade (but only whole grain!) Then I really let loose and let him eat goldfish crackers. Then, tater tots. That slippery slope led right to... MCDONALD'S
"Now here's something I don't see every day."
"Let's give it a whirl..."
"Ketchup, you say? Reconstituted onions and corn syrup? Sweet."
Full disclosure: the reason I got him McDonald's on this particular day is that I was the one who wanted McDonald's. And I thought eating it in front of him might have caused a PB&J on whole wheat to be thrown across the room. So, win win.