Dino Nuggets v. Pickles

I was packing up our recycling the other day, when I came across Preston's "Dino Nuggets" box. Now, I knew that Preston had bought Dino Nuggets at BJ's (our Sam's Club/Costco), but it didn't really register until I saw this cardboard box, decorated with neon colors, and clearly with a target audience of eight year old boys, in our recycling bin. I seriously laughed out loud. I almost took a picture, but then I was like, 'OK, seriously, Mary Frances, if you take a picture of your RECYCLING PILE, you've reached a new low." And I don't think I'm quite prepared to go there.

ANYWAYS I found it really funny. Of course, I'm pretty sure that Preston thinks it's really funny that I buy four jars of pickles at a time when we go to Trader Joe's. AND that regardless of when we go next, I am ALWAYS ready to buy more pickles. One day I will probably turn into a pickle, but I care not. They are delicious. So as long as he doesn't judge me on my pickle fetish, I won't judge him on his Dino Nuggets (or maybe I might *just* a little bit...).