Initiation

On this fourth day of February in the year two thousand eight we bear witness to the initiation of one Zachary Cheese into the secret brotherhood of the clean plate club. There are some among you who may be tempted to challenge the legitimacy of this institution by saying, "That's not even a real club, it's just what we tell kids to get them to eat their brussel sprouts." You could not be more wrong. The club is very real and ultra exclusive. There are certain unwaivable qualifications which one must meet for their membership to even be considered.

These excerpts are taken verbatim from our organization's bylaws:

First, one MUST eat from a plate...or in Zach's case, a dish, which, in its inherent inalienable essence is none more than a plate with sides to prevent runny cereal from exodusing forthright. We shall have no bottle drinkers allowed or furtherthusly clarified, not a single member whom drinks solely from a bottle.

Second, when said plated meal shall cease to be eaten, let there be no foodstuffs remaining on all eating utensils, receptacles, or such instruments of resemblance...or at least until such member's hunger has been entirely, completely, and thoroughly vanquished.

Welcome, Zach. You are now one of us.















Amelia testing the integrity of Zach's new highchair.















The cats check the box to make sure it has not been tampered with.















Sweet. Potatoes. Yummers.