Ketchup Stories

Every time I see my Grandma and Grandpa Llewellyn, they tell me the story of how when I was little you could give me one french fry and a whole bottle of ketchup and I would eat every drop of the ketchup with just one fry. It is one of those stories that every time I hear it I say "yeah yeah" its just a crazy grandparents story. Well I am beginning to appreciate that they remember that about me, and I am starting to think it is/was true and that it runs in the family somehow.

Hayden loves ketchup...Scott kept telling me she didn't need ketchup not to give it to her, but I did secretly the last time we were in Utah (July) and now she won't eat a hot dog or french fry's without it. Funny thing is she doesn't eat the hot dog or the french fry's...just the ketchup. The difference between her and me is she bypasses the fry and just uses her fingers. But you will notice the napkin in her other hand, she cleans her hand off after every bite. This too runs in the family. Eighteen months old and already a neat freak!

Hooray for Grandparents! And Ketchup!