The Big DumpTruck

I don’t know how many of you have been following the Many Adventures of Junior in Lunchland, and my son’s aversion to most all foods.

We had an Easter miracle yesterday. I, being a horrible mother, often force him to try a bit of a new food. I’m just a witch that way. Yesterday I forced a bite of ham and a bit of carrot into him. He ate the bite of ham…and asked for his own piece. I get all excited and Mr. Dump takes the “I don’t want to make a big deal because I don’t want to scare him off” approach. Junior eats the equivalent of a quarter of a slice of baked ham, and later asks for a little bit more (which I don’t think he ate because it’s too distracting to have cousins to play with). This is not my child. Two weeks ago he decided he loves “chickenturkey” sandwiches (baked turkey – from the deli – on a roll, no mayo, no nothing, just bread and turkey) and ate three of them in two days. This week, ham. My brother-in-law announced his plans to sell his Barilla pasta stock, as pasta consumption will plummet if Junior will no longer be eating it seven days a week, sometimes 2 meals a day.

It’s the little things that make me happy. Asking for a piece of ham and winning the daily lottery are about equal on that scale.

Happy excuse to eat chocolate for breakfast day!

We’ve done the egg hunt, and eaten the traditional donuts for breakfast, and now we’re watching the traditional Disney Channel on Tivo.

Okay, I made up that last part. I was looking on the web trying to find the golf set that the bunny left for Junior, but Target doesn’t have it…hell, neither does the manufacturer. I guess I’ll have to take a picture of us playing later and post it here.

To be honest, we’ve spent quite a bit of time this week talking about the real meaning of Easter, just so you don’t send evangelicals over to the house to beat us with pamplets.

I was reading a magazine and some celeb (I can’t remember who – no wait, it was Quentin Tarrantino) has all these arcade games in his house. It made me think how cool it would be to have a home arcade. He’s even got a photo booth. I don’t think I’d need one of those. I don’t see a lot of need for taking crappy little 1×1 pictures of myself, even if I do happen to have a good hair day.

I’d definitely have a pinball game or two. I know some people have a favorite pinball machine (“Oh, I’d get one of the classic “Dukes of Hazzard” machines. It’s a dream of mine”) but I don’t have a preference. A friend’s husband is an aficionado – he owns a couple, fixes them, etc., so I could call them and get advice.

I’d want one of those crane machines, where you try to pick up fifty cent stuffed animals by putting about twenty dollars into the machine. And maybe one of the ones where you flip quarters up into little buckets to win tickets. Would I have to have a redemption counter? I’d price everything for 1000 tickets or so, just so I won’t have constant lines from my son and all his friends cashing in 5 tickets at a time. “Oh, ya, that pencil? 1000 tickets. 2000 for the yo-yo.”

Maybe I should get started on building an addition to the house for my arcade room.

You have to love children.

Junior: “I grabbed his head. But only by the red part.”

My nephew has red hair.

Grabbed a screen shot of the following image from the Worcester Telegram. The caption doesn’t quite match.