Cat flavored cheese.

Nothing gives me greater joy than watching my children dive into a heaping plate of cheesy nachos! I mean, really, whats more awesome than sweet mulatto faces covered in processed orange sauce? Maybe the endless "sweet" melody of  gas that would be escaping their bedroom room later that night.  When you have toddlers, you can just expect that there will me many times that they will do things so terrible with food that it would make the creators of "Fear  Factor" cringe, but somethings they do things that make even a seasoned mother feel the urge to regurgitate lunch. Today, I experienced one of those things.
     Our cat, Jasmin, was lurking around the bowl of nacho cheese like she did with every one of the girls snacks. I figured that by now, they knew how to shoo her away and that I would be safe going to take a quick potty break. I was wrong. I re-entered the room to find the black cats face covered with synthetic orange goop, and the two middle children still happily dipping white corn tortilla chips into the bowl. I wretched in my mouth a little and shrugged my shoulders. I mean, what could I do now? They had already enjoyed their cat-flavored cheese and they just looked so happy. Should a mother deprive her children of happiness? No sir! So I sank back onto the couch to do some more home work when the image of Jasmin's orange face popped back into my head. I would at the very least wipe off every ones face when they were finished. Now, back to chapter 3. yummmmmm...