Does Crust create Cat Ladies?

Three days.... The baby has been home three days.  Good God in Heaven.  Olivia is the cutest and most exhausting person I have met.  What is funny is how big she makes Isaac look.  He isn't even two yet and he looks like a giant.  He also is way more trouble than I realized.  I don't remember what it was like when all he did was eat, poop, and sleep, but I imagine it must have been nice.  

There is so much work to do and I have no idea how to do any of it.  I now have time to do it, but I'm so tired that reading about the Bible or Theology or Psychology or any of the other things I have to read just seems exhausting as well.  I am only writing here to keep myself awake until the beginnings of this second pot of coffee kicks in.  

One thing I've been contemplating lately is crust.  Yes, crust.  What do I mean by crus?  I mean the crust on bread, the crust on pop-tarts, the crust on any food of any sort.  I'll admit it: I'm a little chubby. Ok, maybe a lot chubby (Give me a break!  It's sympathy weight from the pregnancy!).  Needless to say, I cannot remember being a picky eater and I'm certainly not one now.  But the oldest kid...  First of all, what is wrong with crust?  It doesn't taste any different.  And I don't buy the texture argument either!  There isn't enough of it on the bread to have texture.  And Pop-tart Crust?  What the Hell?  She leaves half the Pop-tart to be disregarded!

If the bread is a little burnt: no deal

If there is a speckle of crust left on the sandwich:  no deal

If it looks like it may have crust on it: no deal

God forbid one of the last pieces of bread is the heal:  Hell will freeze and warm over again before a single bite will be taken

IT'S CRUST!  IT HAS NO CHARACTERISTICS!  Granted, I can understand the Pop-tart crust.  MAYBE.  But bread crust?  I know she isn't a freak... at least not because of this.  I know other kids don't like crust either.  But, I still just don't understand the phenomena.  I wonder at 8 if it is something she'll outgrow.  I just get this image of her on a date in her 20s, nay 40s, and her demanding that the waiter take the order back and cut the crust off....

*sigh*

At least she likes cats....