Dan and Julian and I went out for sushi the other night. We gorged on our favorite rolls, and Julian flirted with all the waitresses and let them pick him up, then he tried to score kisses.

He made a big show of gobbling edamame and said, "Mmmmmm!!!!" very dramatically and appreciatively when the rolls came out to the table. Then he grabbed a piece of caterpillar roll and started devouring it, which the waitresses loved.

As we were finishing up, another family came in. I was busy with J, so I didn't look closely, but I did notice that they had a boy who was about 2-3 years old and ENORMOUS. Just huge. Like 300th percentile.

They sat down behind me, so I didn't really get to look at them, but Dan did. He told me after we left that the parents had sushi while the toddler had his own bag of Burger King. Chicken nuggets and french fries with ketchup. Now *really*. There are so many things at a Japanese restaurant that a toddler could and would eat. Noodles, veggies, fruit, chicken, rice. But they made a special trip through the drive-through to get a fast food dinner for this hugely obese 2.5 year old to eat. What the hell!

I'm not even going to start ranting on this again, because I already did. Just look back and read my Date Night post on obese children with fatty livers and the outlawing of fois gras.