I like to joke that my husband has a sauce for EVERYTHING!  When we first got married I was not very good at making sure he had the right sauce in the refrigerator to go along with the meal I cooked.  Neither my Mom or my Dad are big sauce eaters so my Hubby opened a whole new world to me when it came to sauces.

I guess some would be considered condiments, but I promise Hubby must have at least one with each meal – even breakfast: Ketchup, mustard,  honey mustard, spicy mustard, mayo, chow chow, relish, soy sauce, horseradish sauce, thousand island, tartar sauce, cocktail sauce, salsa, hot sauce, picante sauce, hollandaise sauce, BBQ sauce, ranch, Italian and on and on the list goes.  If they make a sauce most likely you will find it in my kitchen.

Surprisingly, none of my kids are big sauce eaters.  Two of them don’t even like spaghetti sauce.  Sissy is starting to eat mayo some, but Bubba will not touch a sauce of any kind. The one exception to all this is Paddy and his love for ketchup.  He has loved ketchup as far back as I can remember.

As a toddler Paddy would dip his fries in ketchup, lick the ketchup off and dip the same fry again and again.  I have tried to curb his ketchup eating because of the amount of sugar added, but like his father, it is the only way he will eat certain foods.  In fact, it is the only way he will eat a lot of foods.  Paddy must have his ketchup – lots and lots of it!

Today was a hard Monday morning.  The kids had spent all weekend at their grandparent’s house and were worn out this morning from all the weekend fun.  They were hard to wake up and hard to get going. They were slow moving and I constantly had to check on them to make sure they were really getting ready for school and not sitting somewhere dazing into space. 

As we drove to school I tried to make them laugh and pep them up for the day.  They complained that they disliked Mondays.  I told them to hang in there and before they knew it, it would be Friday!

Bubba said, “I wish everyday was Saturday!” 

I tried to explain that Saturdays would not be so special if every day was a Saturday.  They were grumpy and not buying my spill. 

I said, “Think of it like this, if you got to eat chocolate cake everyday then you would get tried of it.  In fact, it probably would start to not taste very good, if you ate it EVERY single day.” 

But Paddy defied my logic, “But Mom, “ he insisted, “Ketchup IS good EVERY single day!”