A Trip to the Golden Corral

This one is for Grammy Darla because she telled me about black-eyed peas one time ago.

Dadda tried to get me to eat a black-eyed pea today at the Golden Corral. I told him I was so not going to eat that black eyed pea. He said he would eat a mushroom if I ate a black-eyed pea. I told him I didn't want him to eat a mushroom because some are poison and I don't know where Golden Corral gets their mushrooms. But it's ok because there's no way I'm trying that black-eyed pea anyway. Maybe if it was made out of peanut butter and the brown thing in the middle was chocolate.

Dadda likes those black-eyed peas. He feels like they taste good to him. He eats huge piles of them. Dadda eats a lot of stuff that I don't like- like catfish, salad, vegetables. I do like calamari chickies, but there was no way I'm trying a black-eyed pea. Dadda said he'd give me a chocolate ball if I tried one. But me and West just stealed some his chocolate balls when he wasn't looking.

[Dad's Note: Calamari chickies is our little way of tricking Bridger into eating something other than chicken nuggets (chickies). He has no idea he's really eating squid (and frankly, we'd be in real trouble if he did). Now, if we could just find some kind of healthy food we could disguise as spaghettios...]