When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
1 Corinthians 13:11 KJV
Hello! Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
The Thirteen-Year Veteran of life is competitive and looks to do bigger and better things than his old man. From wrestling, marksmanship, academics and even ninja skills, he is vying for pole position.
You asked yourself, “ninja skills?”
Of course I know you asked this. It is an ancient ninja technique.
We play a waiting game, hiding behind a door or under something and try to scare each other. He is pretty good, but I have not taught him everything I know.
So the battle for supremacy rages on all fronts. When he was a small child, the Thirteen Year Veteran saw me eat something spicy and followed suit, defiance in his eyes as he refused to weep bitter regret from a stabbing sensation of throat and tongue.
That was nine years ago or so. My Beloved told me to knock it off.
“He’s a little child,” she said irritably.
My son never forgot our conflict. It started oh so innocently.
One day, I was minding my own business being perfectly peaceful when he approached.
“Here dad, try this.”
Grateful, I tried it. It was spicy and had good flavor. I said as much and thought nothing of it.
Thirsty, I went for a drink of water from the tap.
Then… The snickering came. My son, my only son, was mocking me and telling me I couldn’t handle spicy.
The little monster had declared war!
It started with a little chili pique here and there, escalated to pickled peppers, and salsas.
Then, it was jalapenos.
And then habaneros.
We haven’t been completely savage by eating them alone. (At least not all the time)
Typically, we eat them alongside beans, rice, burritos, enchiladas and watch for adverse reactions from each other.
This has become stale. Neither of us are at a point where we will say, “IT’S SPICY!
Most of the time, our esophagus and stomachs burn first long before our mouths do.
We decided to up the game with Carolina Reapers and Scorpion Peppers.
I have a feeling this is not going to be pretty.
My Beloved needs to come home and put an end to our childish ways before we catch ourselves on fire.