Quesadilla

We were at the park last weekend and sort of in a time crunch. Elliot had to pick up some people from the airport and do business-y things and had a deadline. We wanted to grab dinner before all of this, but can you say it with me...

.... we were at the park.

... with a toddler.

.. who is stubborn.

We somehow bribed him to go to a restaurant to which he usually replies "chocolate milk", because that's his treat when we eat out almost always. No matter where, it sort of tames the beast. We tell him he can have chips at the restaurant, to which he already guesses our destination (Chipotle) by saying "quesadilla" on repeat. When we go there, he eats a kid's cheese quesadilla, guacamole and chips.

No joke, between the park to the house and all the way there in the car, he said the word quesadilla at least 50 times.

We pull into the parking lot and hear this.

I can count on one hand how many times he's had a burger in his barely 29-months of life. The kid ate an entire kid-sized burger for dinner. I thought for sure he would get the burger and still insist on a quesadilla and leave both on the table. But no. He ate it. We had Chipotle. I'm still speechless.

And no. We probably did not wash his hands after he shoved his finger up his nose. #gross