29 Tacos

Yes, 29 tacos, that is how many our family ate the other night and Camden obviously is not quite eating tacos. I told a friend this the other day and she didn't believe me. This is the truth. Let me start with some history. When I was in gymnastics in junior high and we would have 3-4 hour practices each day, about once a week my mom would pick me up and we would go through the drive through at Taco Bell and get me a 10 pack of tacos and I would eat every one of them. I have to say when I told my friend this the other day I thought did I really eat 10, maybe I'm exaggerating. So as I'm writing this post I just called my mom and said, "did I really eat all ten?", her response, was "yes all ten." So Holt is our picky eater, well picky about anything outside the realm of junk food. But, he LOVES tacos, and yes I know that cheese, red meat, and sour cream on a taco is probably not really healthy but at least its a meat and I get some protein in him. So now we have tacos every couple weeks and Holt talks about it all day until they are served. I have to buy a 18 pack and 12 pack of taco shells. There was ONE left the other night. Pierce did have one with just cheese on it but the rest were filled with meat and toppings of choice. We did not count Holt's but we are pretty sure he ate at least 6! I started doing the numbers from there but it gets even scarier, because Pierce only ate 4, maybe 5 with the cheese shell. So if Jason ate 10, that means I ate 8. And there is our 29 tacos...