New wall coverings

There are sweet potatoes on my kitchen wall.

They were placed there, ever-so-lovingly, by my son at lunch.

They joined the spinach and summer vegetables that he placed there earlier this week.

If he doesn't stop grabbing the spoon and throwing it on the floor, I swear on my old Bon Jovi CDs I will stop feeding him anything requiring utensils.

He'll have to survive on Cheerios, Veggie Booty and sandwiches. Because heaven forbid he should eat any actual vegetables. You know, with his actual hands. Oh no, that would be too much to hope for.

So if you'll excuse me, I will be busy scrubbing the wall. With wine. Well not scrubbing the wall with wine. You know what I mean.