Somewhere Between a Monkey and a Man

My daughter doesn't eat. Its not quite "call me Ishmael," but it is an opening all the same. Getting back to the point at hand... She does eat, just not what I want her to eat. Since Mom and Sister are out to Girl Scouts tonight, I must deal with the pickiest eater on the planet all by myself. If she had her way, the 2 and 1/2 year old would eat nothing but fries, chips, cookies, and the occasional piece of cake. I suppose I should have seen this coming, as I never consumed anything other than refined sugar and industrial sausages until I discovered alcohol. I've branched out since then; sometimes I actually drink coffee (with lots of refined sugar). Can a human survive on love and cookies? I am such a sucker for the little red-hair, blue-eyed devil! Since she is currently devouring a chocolate dipped shortbread, she wins... Current Score: Baby: Infinity Daddy: Zero