Week 121:Healthy appetite

After a long run of illness it was refreshing for Tate to get back to his rowdy old self again. With my little guy running ninety to nothing Chuck and I decided it would be good to let him run off some of his energy at the indoor playground at the mall. As usual, Tate had a blast climbing up the slide, jumping off of the various animals and running around like a wild man.
After a good play session we headed to Shorty Small's for a quick bite of super. Chuck and I ordered burgers and picked chicken strips for the little guy. Tate has never really been much on hamburgers. So we've order, then we wait, and wait and in a few minutes the little buzzer thingy starts flashing and vibrating signaling Chuck to retrieve our meal.
He comes back and sets everything down and settles in. Meanwhile, Tate looks at his basket of fries and chicken strips and then looks to his right at my basket of fries and cheeseburger. What happened next both shocked and tickled me. The little punk helped himself to my burger, picking up this monstrosity of meat that is nearly as big as his head and takes a bite.
Now Tate's never been much on burgers so for him to snub his beloved chicken strips and tackle my burger was quite a feat in itself. But what really caught me off guard was how he just dive bombed it after spending the past several days picking at his food. I suppose he was finally hungry.