For whatever reason, S has been obsessing on Wendy’s baked potatoes with sour cream and chives for a couple of weeks now. He’s never had one, but has been obsessed with them nonetheless. I had to make baked potatoes at home three nights last week. He actually ate some of each one. Tonight, since I had to work today, I decided to treat the family to Wendy’s. You’d think I had told S that we were going to Paris, France for dinner – he was crawling-out-of-his-skin excited. It was a verrrrrry loooooong 45 minutes between when I announced we’d be going and when we finally left for the drive-thru.
To his credit, he ate about half of it. But he still hasn’t stopped talking about it – we’re going on 2 hours now.
His other current obsession is which restaurants – fast food AND sit down chains – serve Pepsi and which serve Coke. We have had numerous “conversations” in which he tells us which serves which – this can go on for a while. And, of course, he is *always* correct. We have learned not to question his “facts” because whenever we do, it turns out that we are wrong, of course. 
