Chance is my picky eater. He doesn't really eat meat unless you can count hot dogs and chicken nuggets. Even when I'm at a grocery store he will gag and plug his nose while in the meat section. The other day I was cooking dinner and Chance came into see what was for dinner (like he's really going to eat what I cook). He looks in the fry pan and ask me what's that while plugging his nose. I reply "fried chicken and mashed potatoes, yum yum mommies favorite". Chance was totally disgusted, sometimes I wonder if they switched babies on me at the hospital. I told him I could make him some homemade nuggets but he said that was not real chicken and he went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen chicken nuggets and announced to me the this is real chicken. A few minutes later Chance was back in the kitchen with a can a air freshener hosing down the kitchen from the smell of the apparently fake chicken I was cooking.
I was getting out of the shower a couple of days ago and found that Chance had invaded Cole's living quarters.