Sharing is caring OR Food is love OR Mama couldn't share til baby came along

A few years ago, 2004 I think, I, along with the Da (before he was the Da) and the Tío Tío (before he was the Tío Tío) went on a trip to visit the Nina (before she was the Nina). One night, after some drinking, we ate at this place called the Diner. It was delicious and fantastic and they had something called the Croque and Dagger. It's kind of a take on the Croque Monsieur but different. I didn't finish this Croque and Dagger, but it was delicious, so I took a box back to the Nina's place. When we got there, I hid it in the back of the fridge. I knew that the Da would eat it if he woke up before I did and it was too good to share. We all fell asleep.

In the very early morning, I woke up. Everyone else was still asleep. I had to eat it, my Croque and Dagger. I figured I had a tiny bit of time before he woke up and I had to share. So I heated it, shoveled it down, threw away the container, and fell back asleep. I woke up later and he was already awake. "I looked for your Croque and Dagger," he said, "and I couldn't find it." "HAHAHAHA!" I laughed, "I knew you would, so I hid it, then woke up in the middle of the night and ate it so I wouldn't have to share!"

Here's the thing... sometimes I really really like something, as in a food something, and I know if I don't eat it, he will and then I'll want it later and he'll say he ate it and I'll be irritated. It's all completely insane, I know.

So you may be asking why this post is here instead of a dysfunctional relationship blog. Well, here's the thing: I used to hate to share my food. And now I share it every single day. With the Animalia. And I don't even care. Because she's tiny and she NEEDS food. And she LOVES food. I love to hear that food-related giggle and excitement. I love that she loves the good stuff, vegetables and brown rice and sushi and sopita and frijoles and pan and curry and pasta.

This is a testament to the love I have for my daughter. And the ridiculousness that is my relationship with her Da. Poor him.