It's a hard BUB Life

My son usually has very little control of his attitude when he is hungry. Often he is not even aware of how his mood is effected by his hunger. We have started to notice that when we pick him up from school in the afternoons (and daycare before that) he would be starving. It got to the point that he was even aware that he was hungry and requesting that we bring a snack for him when we pick him up if he was not going to be eating right away. On one particular occasion, he was hungry and had been eyeing a jar of beets that had been put in the car and had been in there over several days. I am sure to his minds eye, with the red or purple-ish color and the shape of the food in these jars, he probably thought they would taste sweet to him. So he begins to try to convince us to open them for him and let him have one. We tell him that they are beets, he then says "I like those. They will be good for me. They are my favorite." Now, to be fair, I can predict if my son will like so...

This is yet another story of my son, nicknamed Bub. We were at a local restaurant having dinner one Friday night recently. I must say that people who put those slot machines disguised as "Crane games" are very clever. In this particular restaurant, the crane machine is in the back right before you get to the restrooms. So if you use the facilities here, you have to pass it twice, doubling their chances that you may decide to lose $1, not a quarter, not two quarters, but $1 per try. This particular crane machine has two sides, one has plush toy characters and the other has spiky rubber balls that average at a size a little bigger than a softball. As anyone who has a 4-year-old knows, he will inevitably have to use the bathroom at least once, which means he will be asking at least twice to have a dollar and play the disguised pachinko machine. Now, fortunately for me, my son is actually not too shabby at these machines. So, back to my story... Bub states he needs to go to r...