It's genetic

Pop Up just came in and announced:

"I know what I'm going to have for lunch today. Campbells Chicken Noodle Soup. I had it yesterday." Had to make it himself cuz mom was ... uh ... blogging. "And I discovered something. I like the chicken & broth now." First time he's had it since last winter.

Me: "Yep, you used to just eat the noodles, eh?"

Him: "Yep."

Me: "I used to do that, too." Fact is I still don't like the chunks of the so-called- 'chicken'!

Him: "Oh, so is that where I got it from?" as he winked, grinned and turned ... counting down the minutes.

That boy loves to eat. I'm surprised he'll stoop so low as to eat canned soup. He's got some serious filet mignon taste buds going on there. And he likes to eat ON time. Somewhere along the line, he decided that 12:00 was the optimal lunch hour. So, like clock work, he hops up from whatever he's doing at 11:58 (he's so much more disciplined than me) so he has time to make his own: sandwich, pizza, or now ... soup. Cuz you know, mom's usually ... uh, blogging.

Only 98 minutes until lunch prep begins around here. And then he'll start thinking about dinner.