We took Connor to dinner at Chili's tonight for his birthday. He is a fiend for the chips and salsa so when dinner was over, my sister dared him to drink the bowl of salsa for a dollar. He says ok.. and instead of me stepping in to tell him why that is a bad idea and tell him how he will get a stomach ache, I hand him a straw... a fucking straw...for salsa. Of course he begins sucking the salsa through this clear straw . It was lovely. He could only get about 1/2 through it before he started downing the water and ice cubes and fanning his belly. He told Fini, "That is about half, I should at least get $.50 for that." She did finally agree to give him the $.50. So generous. I am sure I will be helping him in the bathroom while he is vomiting later.