The other day, lunch for the kids was a pb&j sandwich with chips. I know, super healthy.
My dear son asked for ketchup. "What!? You don't need ketchup with a sandwich and chips, boy."
He makes this request with nearly every meal. Even breakfast.
I have decided that Evan will meet his future wife on a gameshow where she has had to cover herself in ketchup to win a car.
That's just how I see it playing out. I don't know.