The mustard was one thing, but now the condiment obsession has moved on. And not for the better. It is not even 5:30 in the freaking morning and Noah is insisting on eating ketchup. Straight. (If I am lucky I can convince him to dip crackers in it, but really all he wants is the sticky tomatoey stuff). I don’t get it.
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Teagan eats her condiments off the plate with her finger most of the time, then claims she needs more for dipping. (for her it’s vegan mayo and/or ketchup)
I think that may be a slight improvement from the mustard obsession. It doesn’t make my mouth pucker thinking about it. Hopefully, he’ll grow out of it, unlike my husband who likes just a little bit of French fries to go with his 10 packets of ketchup at Mickey D’s.