The stars and/or universe must have aligned just right the other day because for once Miller decided he liked guacamole. He couldn't get enough of it.
But by now I know better than to believe he'll make a habit out of liking anything remotely healthy. Tonight he wouldn't touch the stuff. My guess is that he'll like it again in another 7 or 8 tries.
Ha! I'm figuring you out, Little Man!