So, tonight I was cooking Gus a jelly sandwich for dinner, taking the time to roll it up and make it look all cute and appetizing, and Larry walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a fine slice of American Cheese.
Gus was all, "Uh uh uh!!!!! Uggggh!, DADADADADA! Muh! Da!" Reaching out his grubby little jelly mitts for that piece of cheese.
This child is a believer. He bows down to the cheese. He worships no false idols. Only Cheesus. And it has been so for many weeks.