this morning, when i was making breakfast, the tadpole was up and running around and he was also trying to help me make breakfast. pulling out pans and putting away bacon. closing the egg crate. i pulled out the jalapenos and started adding them to my mixture.
the tadpole saw what i was doing and asked for a jalapeno. i pulled out a slice, ripped a small section away and gave it to him. his eyes lit up and he put it in his mouth. holding out his hand, he asked for more. as i gave him the rest, he quickly put it in his mouth and went running around with glee.
i quickly walked over to the cupboard, got out his favorite spongebob cup, filled it with water and waited. i noticed that he had stopped suddenly in his tracks and his mouth had gone from a happy smile to a contorted disgusted frown.
his hand had gone to his mouth and he was trying to get the "vile" food out, but he didn't know what to do with it.
"do you want to spit it out?" i ask him. "it's ok, you can."
in one quick moment he had the jalapeno out of his mouth and into the trash. i handed him his water and he quickly downed it, asking for more of the refreshing liquid. i filled it back up, he drank it all and asked for a third cup. after that, he stuck with cereal. . .