Delicious

Somehow this week, Jacob ended up grocery shopping with me. It's usually poor Cole who ends up getting dragged on all my errands, but this time it was Jacob. There was no leaving the store until we found the Spam. It took three complete swings through the store going down each aisle; and that was after asking a clerk where it was. The clerk sent us on a wild goose chase to the meat department. I had already looked for it when we passed the tuna aisle the first time, but we finally found it there. For some reason they place it on the highest shelf. Anyway, I fried up some Spamburgers last night for us. Jacob insisted on scrambled eggs with it. [!?] Scrambled eggs doused in catsup, no less. Thirty seconds after hitting the table, it was all gone. Cole summed it all up, "That was delicious, Daddy."