Bugles

When I was a kid I ate Bugles everyday for like two months straight....it was right before puberty and the baby fat ended up converting conveniently into giant titays. 

My mom didn't seem to have a problem with the Bugle addiction, as she kept buying them for me. Her theory was that I would one day make myself so sick that I would never want to touch a Bugle again.

That day came on the day my cousin Guillermo dared me to eat a Bugle he had just shot out of his nose.

I don't back down on a dare.

After that, I couldn't look at Bugles with the same heart. To me, the bag looked like it read Boogars. 

From that phase I went to a bread loaf sandwich phase. I would stack a whole loaf of Wonder bread and layer it with butter.....then I would sit and eat the whole thing like a large sandwich. No cheating by picking it up in portions.

I try to keep in mind the weeks I spent eating junk when my son says no to his spinach mashed potatoes and opts for three containers of vanilla pudding. 

Kids are strange...I fear growing up is just not in the cards for me.