My Children are Traitors

I made liver and onions for dinner last night. For Tyson. Expecting that only Tyson would eat it. I knew I wouldn't. Seriously, it was disgusting. Stunk the dump up! Guess what? Tyson wasn't the only one who ate it. Who else, you may ask. Austen. Okay, so maybe it was just another stop on his "I am going to eat what they give me when I am told it will make me stronger" trip. But there is no excuse, NO EXCUSE, for Aaron. Aaron ate liver. With gusto. Disgusting. Little traitors. At least there's still Henry.