Is there something on my face?

My poor middle child, I'm afraid, is hereafter forever warped when it comes to corn dogs.


He likes corn dogs well enough, and as any self-respecting corn dog eater will, prefers to eat it with both ketchup and mustard. Generally, he likes each condiment squirted separately on his plate for his dipping enjoyment.


So, a few weeks ago, Ben introduced him to this frozen delicacy that he had picked up at Aldi's. It is a sausage, on a stick, wrapped in a pancake. Looks remarkably like a corn dog. Not surprisingly, Noah liked it.


Now, Noah will ask for a corn dog, then point to his plate and say, "I want mustard right here, and syrup right here." He asks for this every time. Um.... yuck.


Right now, darling Noah is throwing a temper tantrum on the floor because I am taking away his beloved security blanket until he washes his face after his pudding pop dessert. I said, "Noah - your face is a sticky mess! Go wash up."


He says, "Mom, I'm not sticky!"











Oh really?