Last night was a first of firsts:

FoH did not want to eat dinner.

Nevermind that it was one of his absolute, all time favorite side dishes :: TC’s famous homemade macaroni and cheese.

He just wasn’t having it. Any of it.

My guess is that it’s teeth coming in. He wanted cool things … like ice cubes and … ice cream.

At first, I shot down his ice cream request. Oh, hell no, baby boy. Ice cream for dinner, what are you two?! Yes.

But then I stopped to think, really think about it.

He’s never not just plain out refused to eat dinner. He loves dinner time. It’d be one thing if this was a regular occurrence but it’s not.

So dessert it was.

Sometimes, People. You just gotta life. You gotta throw out all your reasons and lists and stop doing what you’ve always done before or what you’ve always been told to do before.

Chocolate ice cream — I’d say that’s a pretty darn good dinner.