This morning I made some Atole for breakfast. At first I didn’t offer it to anyone because I didn’t think anyone would enjoy it but me. I then offered it to Denise and she had some. AJ saw that both Denise and I had and of course immediately asked for some. I poured him a half a cup thinking he would try it and not like it. Atole is basically milk heated and thickened with corn powder. Denise didn’t say anything, but AJ started shouting “AJ like, AJ like.” I filled up his glass to the top. He drank the whole glass and started saying “AJ more, AJ more.” Unfortunately at that point I didn’t have anymore. It did teach me a lesson however, I need to start teaching AJ more about his hispanic culture. I didn’t think he would like it because it was different, but I liked it, so I guess he does have some of my tastebuds, so I really shouldn’t have thought that way. So my next question is when should I go buy the tamales?