Tucker has taken to pointing at the refrigerator during dinner time and yelling. What is the valuable prize in the fridge? Ketchup. Tonight's dinner was some baked beans, pineapple, some breakfast sausage... and ketchup. Lunch was some leftover spiral ham, cooked carrots, applesauce... and ketchup. And when I say ketchup I don't mean a teaspoon of ketchup on the side. Tucker enthusiastically attacks ketchup like he would a good soup, often needing seconds. It also REALLY helps me keep our meals tidy... riiight. Anyway, at least he hasn't started trying to demand it for breakfast.