Birthday Boy

Did I mention I have a 13-year-old? 13!!!

My dad, who lives in Indy, decided to meet us for lunch in Bloomington - only an hour and a half drive for us but closer to two and a half for him. We met up at the TGI Friday's - Max's choice for the birthday lunch.

I ordered shrimp. (In fact, it was the second time in one week where I ordered shrimp at a restaurant). And I have discovered that I don't really like shrimp all that much. But yet I still order it almost everything I see it on a menu. Isn't that odd?

Max, who bounces between being a picky eater and an adventurous eater, wants desperately to like shrimp. I think this stems from his cool cousin's love of the little fish. Once, at a Christmas party at our house, his cousin literally ate the entire plate of shrimp cocktail to the tune of 3 pounds worth, in one sitting. Max was amazed and still is trying to figure out what he is missing.

So every time I order shrimp, he wants to try a bite. So far, he just doesn't like it. Oh the things I could learn from a teenager!