I find it funny. When Zach is home, I can’t ever think of anything to eat. And I generally don’t want to cook. On nights when Zach isn’t home, I wander around the kitchen a bit and always manage to find and eat something. Last week, it was a make-shift chicken sandwich (made with chicken nuggets) and apple sauce. This week, I had some Chicken Tortilla Soup and Hot Turkey and Cheese wrap. I know these don’t sound extraordinary or anything, but the fact of the matter is…..if Zach was here I wouldn’t have had any of that. My make-shift meals go out the window. Is it because he is so picky?