Food.
It’s central to this page you’re on now. If this were a physical page, it would have pizza sauce stains. Butter splotches. A damp ring from a Coke Zero can.
When you have kids, food is central to your existence. And the bigger they get, the more they want. And the more sophisticated their tastes get.
The measure of whether a child is still a baby lies in her palate. If she’s still all chicken nuggets, mac and cheese and anything drenched in ranch, she’s a baby.
Just a dad ... 