Dollar Bets

At dinner last night, I discovered that my son will be the kid at the cafeteria table accepting dollar bets to do stupid things. His sister found a pepper grinder and was playing with it. He decided he wanted to taste the pepper. When I was a kid, pepper on the tongue was a punishment. Apparently it is a delicacy for him, as he smiled eating it. Next up, the chocolate milk, mashed potatoes, ketchup, and other various condiments swirl. Maybe I can at least get a cut.