Son #2 loves sweets. He especially enjoyed the sweeter dishes at our Thanksgiving dinner. My youngest son savored the sweet potatoes. He relished the jello salad. He devoured the pumpkin pie. His eyes partially closed as he tasted each delectable morsel. Aaahh. Life at the dinner table was good.
Now, Thanksgiving Day had come and gone. Yet, we still had leftovers. With that in mind, we got together with my mom and brother after church today to polish off the food. We took great care to pile our plates with our favorite dishes. I filled my youngest son's plate with mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing and cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, candied yams, and the ever delicious jello salad. I filled my oldest son's plate as well.
My oldest son will eat sweets but does not typically eat them on a regular basis. He enjoys eating fruit, vegetables, and salty snacks. Today was no different. He picked out mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing without cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, no candied yams, and absolutely no jello salad. He cracks me up.
My mom commented. "Son #2 sure does have a sweet tooth."
I agreed. "Absolutely. He's just like his dad."
Son #1 looked thoughtful for a moment and then added to the conversation. "My baby bro has a sweet tooth but I don't think I do. I think I have a sometimes tooth."
"A what?" My mom asked.
"A sometimes tooth." Son #1 repeated.
"Oh." I said. "You mean you only like sweets sometimes."
"Yeah." Son #1 explained. "Sometimes, I like sweets. That's why my tooth is called a sometimes tooth."