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(Alternatively titled: Things you learn the hard way in parenting)

Welcome to the newest chapter in my ever expanding How-To manual for first time parents called:

"Hey dumb-ass, don't let your kid do that!"

Today's lesson: Salsa.

As a relatively new parent it is generally deemed unwise while visiting a Mexican restaurant to let your child drink/eat an entire dipping bowl of salsa while you are not looking.

This action will only result in your beloved offspring waking up in the middle of the night to return the aforementioned salsa to you. Only not in the usual way you have come to expect. Instead of changing a diaper, you will be changing his sheets not once, not twice, but yes, five times during the course of the evening. Five times.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love salsa. Salsa and chips? That's nothing but a win/win. Especially for guys I think. So, I'm more than happy to see my progeny taking up the torch for an appreciation of minced tomatoes, cilantro, and......whatever else salsa is made from.

But....

Upchucked salsa that covers a two-year old at 3 in the morning? That is a powerful index for misery. Repeat this process five times over in the course of 8 hours, and yeah, I pretty much never want to look at that condiment ever again.