Yesterday during our dimsum lunch, I asked my 3 year old,

“Hey Callum, you want to try my most favourite food in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD??”

“Yeah!!! Sure!!!”

I casually slid the plate over to him.

He stopped jigging with excitement. He stared at it.

“Mum…”

“Hmm?”

“It’s a… foot.”

“Yeah. Isn’t it cool?!?!”

He bit into it. And I mumbled something about spitting out the bones. That he might taste a bit of chilli. And that he really should swallow it if he was truly my son.

He LOVED it. He smiled with glee. He wanted more. And one of my dreams had come true – that I would one day have to fight my children for the last piece of chicken foot.