In The Beginning

The beginning I'm referring to is when JP was three years old.   The food of choice and on the menu almost every day was chicken nuggets.  My day brightened when he discovered he did like french fries from McDonald's too.  Now we had what I considered a meal of sorts, I mean really there were two different foods on the plate.  Let's not forget the sugary drink that made it all go down easier.  I can't remember the exact day when I stopped suddenly in the kitchen and pictured JP as a grown man eating chicken nuggets and french fries, but I realized something had to change.  And that change was Me!