"A-sund-a-toad"

Ben had been asking for something that sounded like "a-sund-a-toad" for several weeks, seriously standing at the frig screaming this mystery word. Or when I forgot the child safety lock rummaging thru the frig throwing over his shoulder everything that was not "a-sund-a-toad" glass jars and all. We had tried naming everything......strawberry-NO (at the top of his lungs sometimes with some other mal-adaptive behavior), banana-NO, cheese-NO, cheesestick-NO, cookie-NO, chicken-(you got it) NO, pancake, milk, beer, pizza, chips, cheetos, graham crackers, hot dog, ham, turkey.........Finally, two Saturdays ago at my wits end I said "potato" "YIPPY" screamed Ben as he ran through the house screaming "a-sund-a-toad" Thank God, I was detective of the year, mystery solved. I rummaged thru the pantry to find one lone potato, we hadn't had potatoes in multiple weeks. But there he was gleaming ready for the microwave, no growths, or buds just a beautiful baking potato. I threw that puppy down and baked him up. As I cut him open I noticed an odd green color on the inside, hey at this point nothing was going to detour me from feeding my baby boy his potato. As I was mixing in the works; cheese, ranch dressing, etc. the color started to nag me. I mentioned it to Rob and he decided to google it. Ben was loving his first few bites, he was truly in heaven, when Rob said "Hey, you may want to stop that." Seriously are you kidding me??? Ben was happy, mommy was happy, hell even the dogs were happy. Rob went on to say there were questionable things on the internet about green potatoes and  toxins, since when do we believe what we read on the net??? Rob decided he would run to Wendy's where they have baked potatoes ready to order. Great idea!!! He was gone for what seemed like a lifetime, only 15 minutes, but the whole time Ben was throwing things, hitting me, the dogs, and himself and screaming like nothing I had ever heard. Rob raced in the back door and I threw in the fixin's and tried everything to cool the steaming hot thing down. (Ben finds only room temperature foods edible.) Finally, it was ready and what does my amazing, incredible, adorable son do? Eat two bites, and he was done! SERIOUSLY!! I am now keeping a box of mashed potatoes at the ready.......lesson learned!