The not-so-spiritual side of my day.

This morning I was basking in Scripture and the glory of God’s presence. This evening I’m just trying to figure out how to fix my son’s stanky breath. Let me explain.

I now know Zach loves onion rings. Before last night (Saturday) he had only had them when Burger King dropped one in our fries by mistake. Well, being the sweet mama that I am, I bought a bag from the grocery store and served them up with Corn Flake-Crusted Cod. Great recipe, by the way! Healthy, light, delicious and a definite favorite in this house. (Hmmm … maybe I should have a spot for recipes somewhere on this site.) Anywho, I offered my own version of fish-n-chips to rave reviews from my groupies. And that was when I learned about Zach’s passion for pungent food.

The Boy ate sixteen onion rings. At least that’s how many I counted. He also ate some fish. By this morning the smell of onions oozed from his pores. His breath is nasty! I’ve brushed his teeth twice, given him a bath, changed his clothes, like, four times and forced him to eat TicTacs. Can you believe he still smells?! Oh, I love this kid, but he’s going to suffocate me the next time laughs in my face or tries to tackle me with one of his infamous monkey hugs.

HELP!! Anyone got tips for killing a preschool boy’s onion breath? I’m all ears.