Caleb Christiansen, FOOD CRITIC

Caleb is going through a phase where he thinks he is a customer in a restaurant and can "order" anything he wants to eat at mealtimes. No, he doesn't really place an order, but he does often tell me what dishes he will and won't eat and what I should have prepared instead. He is getting to be too opinionated for his own good.

I had this conversation with him yesterday at lunch time.

CALEB: What's for lunch?

ME: I'm making soup.

CALEB: What kind of soup?

ME: Chicken Noodle

CALEB: Is it YOUR soup, or DAD'S SOUP?

ME: What do you mean, MY soup or DAD'S soup? What is MY soup?

CALEB: You know... YOUR soup uses vegetables from the fridge and noodles from the freezer and tastes really awful...DAD's soup is the one that comes in a CAN.

ME: (Trying not to laugh...) I take it you would prefer "DAD's" soup?

CALEB: Yes. I think it's healthier for me.
(Whenever he doesn't want to eat what I've prepared he tells me that it's not healthy for him...)

ME: (shaking my head) I love you, CALEB.

CALEB: I know...

P.S. I happen to like the homemade soup better, and no one else has ever complained! Caleb must be crazy!