How can this be my son?

Anyone who has ever eaten a meal with me knows how much I had pickles. I despise them so much I can't even stand the thought of them on my plate. I have to ask for no pickles anywhere near my plate and if the meal does come with a pickle I immediately grab my napkin and dab up all the juices because heaven forbid any of it touch my food. I will just die!

Needless to say I was shocked when LD grabbed the pickle last night at dinner and started chowing down.