We've discovered ketchup

The movers came on Monday to take apart my house. Strange watching someone else touching your things and not be able to do anything but watch. I didn't realize I had power issues. Never mind that someone else was touching my underroos. Anyway, because we have no kitchen tools I have resorted to filling my child with the most disgusting crap on the planet. I tried the salad thing, I swear he almost laughed at me. So french fries and hamburgers it has to be. After about 2 days of this he must have asked himself why he wasn't getting to put red stuff on his fries, because he walked over to my plate and helped himself. Since then I've had what I lovingly refer to as a parasite, sitting right next to me at dinner time so that he can make sure he's not being cheated out of something.
I have to hand it to him, he's discovering his inner Pullin.........the child loves carbohydrates. Mainly anything sweet.......but did I really need to make that clear?