My Baby Is 16....

and I'm okay. Is that crazy or what? Anthony is 16. Every birthday I ask the kids what they want to eat for the day. The answers are something like lobster, t-bone, crab legs, you know, the good stuff. Not this year. Not Anthony. What does the boy ask for? SPAM. Yes, the canned meat stuff. SPAM. "SPAM burgers mom" oh that's not even the good part. How about "SPAM meatballs with spagetti?" He even had the idea of using the melon baller to make the meatballs. SPAM burgers aren't to bad if you add lots of lettuce and tomatoes and a mini mountain of pickles and lot's of onion and some jalapenos, mustard and lots of ketchup. We played the, what do you want for your birthday game. You know the one. "Anthony, do you and gift A or gift B? you can only have one." He picked B wich was a cell phone. He was really happy to help pick it out. The kid is much better at picking phones than meals. Gift A was $100. After seeing the phones he saved to my "Favorites" kinda wish he had picked A. Happy Birthday Big Boy.